Either you can get a wig and comb it or use the comb to dress somebodyelse's hair.
Experience is just in growing up. And in the process we learn a lot of things, from lot of people, places.
Many times elderly people miss out the lesson's our children teaches us.
It was about 15 or 16 years back, I heard this.
The father was in business always traveling. He would be back in the town for a week or so every 2 or 3 months. The children were studying in the school - the eldest about 12 years of age, the next on about 6 years and the youngest at 4 years. The mother was managing the house and taking care of the children. There was not any problem for finance as such, though it was just a good middle class living.
Life was going on for a year or so. Whenever the father arrives from his trips, the younger children will ask, how long will he stay and when he will leave for his next trip. On the day of the starting on the next trip, the 6 year old will ask when will you be back. If the father fails to come on the promised date , both the younger children would fall sick. The eldest was quiet during the time father was away and will be hyper active when the father is in town.
The father never realised nor observed the emotional side of the children. The kids were doing well at school, having friends and telling stories of their school days , the parents lived as best as they could.
One day the teacher of the 6 year old called and asked the mother to go to the school for a meeting. As usual the mother imagined all things negative about the call, not enough marks, lack of attention, tantrums in the class, etc.... When she met the teacher this is what happened:
Teacher: ` Hello Madam, Thanks for coming.'
Mother : ` That's fine. Is anything the matter with my son?'
T :` I don't know. Please tell me what is the job your husband is doing?'
M: Surprised at the question. ` Why? HE is a businessman, doing his own export -import business.'
T: ` That takes him away from home lot of time, I think.'
M: ` Yes. He comes home for week or ten days every 2 months or 3 months.'
The teacher gave a paper to the mother , which obviously was a one page home work written by the 8 year old; saying ` I asked all the children to write ten lines about their best friend. Your son wrote this and gave it.'
The mother read it:
`MY BEST FRIEND'
1. MY BEST FRIEND IS MY FATHER.
2. HE BUYS ME TOYS AND CHOCOLATES.
3. HE LIKES TO PLAY WITH ME .
4. MY FATHER TELLS ME STORIES
5. HE WILL READ FROM BOOKS TO ME ..
6. WE PLAY CATCHING GAME .
7. WE PLAY GAMES LIKE FOOTBALL AND CRICKET.
8. MY FATHER BUYS FOR ME SHOES AND SHIRTS.
9. HE IS SMILING WHEN HE SEES ME.
10. I LOVE MY FATHER.
The mother was stunned to read this. Then the teacher pointed out that there were stains on the paper. The child had shed tears while writing this and the tear drops have soiled the page.
The mother kept quiet.
The Teacher said,` Madam, I do not know what sort of business your husband does and what are his plans. But for the sake of your child ask him to stay put and be with your children. You must be lucky to have such affectionate children. Please do not take it for granted.'
In a couple of months, the children were glad that the parents had arranged for them to live together.
The above is a true story. I have seen that tear stained page !
The lesson here is that for many of us today, providing funds, giving gifts ends the contribution to one another. How many hours or time do we spend to cultivate relationship. Even with people who are near us, we rarely find time to be together. We hear of elderly people being lodged in Old Folks Home and Vintage Care Resorts, to live with their memories , till it also goes away.
Even when one goes to Orphanages or Old Folks Homes, the oft repeated request from the residents is more for the time of the donors than the gifts and largesses.
We need to appreciate what we have : Our family, friends, colleagues and relish and enjoy their company. When we do that, some one else would also relish and enjoy our company. We need not feel lonely at any time.
Time we listen to our children !
1. MY BEST FRIEND IS MY FATHER.
2. HE BUYS ME TOYS AND CHOCOLATES.
3. HE LIKES TO PLAY WITH ME .
4. MY FATHER TELLS ME STORIES
5. HE WILL READ FROM BOOKS TO ME ..
6. WE PLAY CATCHING GAME .
7. WE PLAY GAMES LIKE FOOTBALL AND CRICKET.
8. MY FATHER BUYS FOR ME SHOES AND SHIRTS.
9. HE IS SMILING WHEN HE SEES ME.
10. I LOVE MY FATHER.
The mother was stunned to read this. Then the teacher pointed out that there were stains on the paper. The child had shed tears while writing this and the tear drops have soiled the page.
The mother kept quiet.
The Teacher said,` Madam, I do not know what sort of business your husband does and what are his plans. But for the sake of your child ask him to stay put and be with your children. You must be lucky to have such affectionate children. Please do not take it for granted.'
In a couple of months, the children were glad that the parents had arranged for them to live together.
The above is a true story. I have seen that tear stained page !
The lesson here is that for many of us today, providing funds, giving gifts ends the contribution to one another. How many hours or time do we spend to cultivate relationship. Even with people who are near us, we rarely find time to be together. We hear of elderly people being lodged in Old Folks Home and Vintage Care Resorts, to live with their memories , till it also goes away.
Even when one goes to Orphanages or Old Folks Homes, the oft repeated request from the residents is more for the time of the donors than the gifts and largesses.
We need to appreciate what we have : Our family, friends, colleagues and relish and enjoy their company. When we do that, some one else would also relish and enjoy our company. We need not feel lonely at any time.
Time we listen to our children !
