rtt2025
Dear OB,
They say our children come into our lives to teach us lessons our souls will otherwise not learn. I have two boys who are my entire world. They are so similar, and yet so different. Both have drunk my milk, kissed my tears, wet my clothes with their expulsions, and kept me awake consistently at night. Yet with the same nurture and DNA contribution, their natures are so different. Purus nature is one of infinite contentment. I'll give you an example of that. He can be winning a 21 point badminton match 19-7, and can throw it all away. When I say "how could you lose that match? You were winning!" he will look at me unaffected. Like it didn't matter so much. In my type A brain this didn't just quite add up. It's a trait, losing focus, that is seen in people with adhd. I tested him for it. Negative. I took him to a homeopath and asked her to give him "medicines to improve his focus." She pulled me aside and in her sage wisdom said 'dhanwanti, this is his personality type. There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with him.' "But how can you throw something away that's almost in the bag????" I asked her incredulously. "Because he likes to disappear into his mental palace. He has done as much as he wants. He is content. He doesn't feel he needs to do more."
He had service day in school where had to cook food for the auxiliary staff along with his peers, and serve them and then clean up the entire place. Three moms called me and said "puru was the only one sweeping the floor with complete attention." He was in the zone.
Well I'm relieved to know that he will have a spotless house, in his life:)
He has been sent to me by God to show me how little a person needs to be content. By needs, I don't mean material things. Nobody in our house cares much for things. I am referring to "success" "duty" "service" "accomplishment". He is at peace with himself. And it is my lesson to learn, to accept that.
My little fellow has come to me to teach me what it is to have passion beyond passion. To be compassionate, to be fearless, to fight for the underdog just because it's the right thing to do. I marvel at his determination to fight it out, when he clearly is the tiniest of the lot. I can't understand that overt drive. That crazy dedication. It's a lesson i have to learn, to back off and let him make his own choices. Beyond this, I'm sorry to admit I understand very little about him. He is differently wired.
My last child is my Ithie. Her unconditional and eternal sunny nature is the best lesson for me to learn. Mornings spent in the sun. Bark when your parents are around. Cower in fear when they aren't. Pick your battles well:) after the dog trainer came and went, the only people who got trained was us! We learned to walk between cars, tear out of the lift like nobody else matters, eat our mutton in quick bites and open the bath room door the moment she jumps at the lock! that's my ithoo. She has trained us well;)
You are so blessed to have three. While you maintain you don't do any thing useful with them except the gift of your amazing company, I'm sure you observe them closely, and feel the same way I do. There are so so many lessons to learn from them. It's truly a blessing (in disguise) of a learning experience with zero expectations and no ownership.
Our children are not our children, but merely sons and daughters of life longing for itself. Kahlil Gibran.
Good night dear OB. Sweet dreams.
Aai