Time was when Saturdays stood for my insecurities and fears. I had to go out.I had to be on the move.I had to be on a date, dine out, party the night away, have coffee with friends…till Sunday morning arrives and I would be wasted.
I know I’ve mellowed and aged like wine when I feel comfortable in routines that will not necessarily land me on the Ms. Popularity List.Suddenly, going out is such a drag and even the thought of spending the day with Ryan Gosling will not budge me from my bed.It has taken me quite a while to realize that being alone does not make me lonely. I choose to be alone but I am not lonely; on the contrary, I am happier and more fulfilled than I could ever be.
My ideal Saturday would be when I go to market and get the urge to cook. Or I would gather all the kids in the bedroom and they would have a melee over their toys and videos while I would lie down in a corner and read my favorite book. I just realized from observing my children today that kids are such socially self-sufficient creatures.It is okay to teach them things but they also bloom when you don’t fuss over them and leave them to figure out things on their own. Children have such simple joys; they don’t keep quiet and they don’t keep still. Sometimes, I moan the loss of both my privacy and sanity such as when Paolo takes it upon himself to do his Picasso impersonations on the walls, on the TV set and on my dresser. It always pays to have sturdy furniture. And I couldn’t have the TV to myself for 10 minutes; so much so that I am seriously thinking of installing another TV…in the bathroom.
Thankfully, I have learned to tune out all the noise because after all, they’re only children once and we, adults, can learn valuable lessons from them.
My children are my treasures and they will always be the gentle souls who will keep me young and grounded in this game called life.
‘ Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you, they belong not to you.
You can give them your love but not your thoughts, for they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday. ‘
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX ‘ The Prophet’