One Day I was sitting gloomy in one afternoon in my life. My parents moved out of the city but I don't want them to go. That day I fought and quite misbehaved with all my friends and kiths. Many irrational things got over the positive phase of my life. I didn't mean to be chivalrous to anyone but I did because I get selfish for my own self. I remember God almighty again and again for making me feel so glummed at everthing. So, the next morning I went out for a morning walk to get back my spirit and hope to get detached to sudden impulsiveness and negativity. So I start walking alongside a bank of the river while my mind was still mingled with pessimistic and bleak thoughts. I sat down on a near by pew, then crossed my legs to find a better road to overcome all bleakish thoughts popping up to my head. Suddenly, I closed my eyes.. just after a glimpse of it a saw a five year old child. I was astonished by his comeliness. His small white hands were holding a whitish lily flower. He smiled innocently to me and uttered before me, while I was mumbling, said "An old lady was passing near by, first she smiled at me and then called me.. ".Then I interrupted that " but what she said to you for me." He replied " She said.. Go tell that man to become happy now...Human kindness has never weaken the stamina or soften the fibre of free people.Happiness depends upon ourselves. Dont blame God,HE is happy for you in every situation , and expect the same from you." As soon as that child has done with uttering those pretentious words from the old lady. I cried and chwat him quite firmly. I grabbed that lily from him and thought that there are still some people in this world, sent by the God, who want to see everyone unapologetically happy and firmed.
So I get home.. and surrendered myself to a positive aura and got the view of that angelic soul, yet unknown person. So, then my parents were at home in just few days, after by wrapping up all their work. I was extremely happy and sounded and want to tell them the story of that lady and to share them with the positive and upgrading change in my life, after their leave.
But they were quite swaped up to their meetings and work. The reason I don't have them to leave me because I lived in their house as I'm just 18 year old kid of them, I'm habitual of them around me and in order to do all my work and livings I want my both parents to have them a round me.
ONe day, mom was done and spaced with her all workings so, I just went to her room, knocked her door and when permitted, I sat down infront of her to share the uprolling experience in my life.
IIII was biweekly just trying to have a healthy conversation with my parent.
she asked and I started stating that mesmerizing experience of ongoings. She was stumbled that I was upset last week, that they both were leaving him alone at home to work chores and meetings.
SShe encountered that why I was so gloomed and sad about that..
SSo I replied that "mothers should undenayingly be understanding to their children in every walk or situation of their life. They both have to do the parenting things with generic grandualirity and confidence. That confidence and trust worthiness will only be build up through the mutual and rational sharing of point of views, solution of hindered problems, neverending and unbreakable affection and love. "
SShe was not interrupting me so I continued ...." Food and providence of other basic necessities are cruial, important and yet unasked obvious things to provide to your child. As food and clothes are part of parcel of our lives.. Why we blindfold ourselves to the bold stated fact that trust, love, understanding, affection, kindness, confidence, wiseness and many of them are not given necessary worth to discuss and implement them in our down falling lives.. Why child and parents can't be chums or fellow of each other to get that trust and upholding discussions we do them with our actual so called friends.
WHy? Mom can I have a blissful morning with my parents. Can you answer that?
SShe having an unassuming answer face tried to reply that " arghh son"... Sighed worryingly and continued " I want to answer you my love.. I want to give that rational soul neccessaties.. To my only child...let me tell you that when I was a child........ I thought the very same as you...
II also discussed the pondering thoughts with my mother.. As my father was dead a long time a ago.. I became stubborn and unthankful to the blessings.. And actual booms and blessed and complained to my mother that she was unable to provide me with the time and affection.. Likewise other parents.. At that time son, she used to sell handmade clothes, wool sweaters and blanket covers.. To give us the food of two times a day. So being at your age.. I was not very cooperating and obedient child.. Yet quite rebellious. She declared to my complain that one day I will relaize the actual time giving things and happenings which is created and provided to my all children to have a tranquility in the neccesity of lives. And then after few years she died.
SSo when she died I was shattered and thought about all the hard work in resultant to all booms and gods favorite bleesssings she showered her all children alone and solely. How she sat down for hours with that slouching back and hummped tearing eyes ,try to flow us all things she can do for us. Us was her children. Children is the one who understand parents, I was not that children.. But now after years I sadly realized that how I was extremely unthankful and blindfolded to all rich opportunity ..God gifted me through my mother's old and wrinckled hands. "
TThen she added " If you want to be blessed.. Be thankful to the blessing you are already provided with.. In the same way.. be understandable in order to be understanding effectively and effectienly. I birth you.. You are the only wealth I have.. My richness to soul... My son. "
II was speechless and overwhelmed with her never ending mirth in her eyes.
Sthen she kissed me on my forehead and asked if she answered my queries, I replied impatienly with yes full of hope, trust, and affection.
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