Many a time we find ourselves going down the spiral of life, but at the center of all this storm lies the quiet .A lot of bliss is conceived right beneath the gruesome suffering that surpasses us .Take any success or a hero story ,it’s all about learning to dwell in this state of commotion and cry. Under all this chaos if you can figure out that dwindling call, the one little thought which transforms into a feed for the fire reborn, that’s exactly when u reach the eye of the storm.
Yes, my sons were just little flints of rock, but it was them who rekindled all the joy and hope that I believed was lost. Before Marriage everyone around loved me without doubts and conditions, it was a really, really big world with loads of loving people in it. All I was left with now was my hubby, who loved me full well ,the one who could effortlessly say it all through his eyes .He was toiling day in and day out (almost 16 hours a day), to build a strong future for his family. My big and small dreams, a beautiful son who looks upon me as I were some super hero.
Things got way too tricky in the next phase of my life.I was blessed with a life that most of the people could only dream of,still I would drench my pillows for no reason, I figured out I was battling solitude, they call it postpartum depression in modern days. I realized that I din have that big bunch of people who used to stick with me all the time. I had to either move on or run away from this reality. One thing I was sure, am too bold a lad in my making. I knew for sure my son would learn from what he receives as a series of life events.
I started redecorating the house every other week for my son, we played loud music, loitered streets late night. We would sing rhymes and learn alphabets at our big terrace with no one around, only birds and airplanes overhead. I started playing along. Yay! I finally knew how to deal with the devil. My lil angel was my defender, companion, and a remedy for this aching ulcer!
He was 1.5 years old now, when I came across this contest from a baby store that was to open shortly in our place. It was a fancy-dress competition. I dressed him up as a tiny little mouse with all power tools and safety gears, to pull out his cheese from a handmade mouse trap. I taught him to sing the rhyme “INCY WINCY SPIDER”, and finally he would shout out “NEVER GIVE UP”. Out of 53 participants till age 4, they chose only one winner and it was him. He won a coupon worth 14000 INR to purchase all baby amenities at the store. Bravo! All his educational toys, High chairs and so many other supplies in his own earning. Till that day I used to scowl at myself for not bringing home a penny, but from then on, the way I saw earning totally changed.
Earning and receiving begins with a strong faith towards Giving!
Happiness does not essentially come from all the riches and luxuries we hold as non-living entities, it doubles and blooms the moment you stop chasing it, and start giving it away to people who need it.
My dear sons taught me this and many more!
