Slow down son..

Sometimes I feel like cuddling my son in my arms and telling him just relax my boy! Wish I could turn back time and make you a toddler again where we would go to the park together, read stories together, fool around together. I would watch cartoons with you while we had lunch, I would take you to the karate class in the evening. Every evening you would go down to play with your friends sharp at 7.
 
Now those friends are grown up, some like you in 10th, some in 11th and 12th. Those bunch of boys fighting and laughing every evening have vanished, now they are seen in tuition classes or worrying about their future. Now I see you my boy working hard throughout the day and sleeping the minute your head hits the pillow.
 
Sometimes I feel like telling you bunk the class today and take rest. But you yourself won’t do that. Wish I could make you the cute, chubby 2-year-old again who didn’t have to slog and worry about the future. I know its inevitable and as a parent I wish the best for your future but looking at you working hard relentlessly without a break makes me think why did you grow up so fast?

Forgotten Hot Wheels and Barbie..

I was taking an inventory of the unwanted stuff in my home in order to declutter it. While doing so, in one of the drawers that I hadn’t touched for quite some time, I came across a few broken Hot Wheels cars and broken limbs of Barbie dolls. There was a time when my son was crazy about those little Hot Wheels cars and would collect them and my daughter fond of the Barbie dolls. Today I had to dispose them off as unwanted stuff as my children have outgrown that age.

Unknowingly, I had tears in my eyes thinking that my kids would never return to that stage again. Its lovely to see my kids grow up each day but at the same time I felt some stages of the children once gone never come back again.

There was a time when my son would wait for his birthday to be celebrated either at home or in McDonald’s where he would play with balloons, kids would collect chocolates after bursting the biggest balloon.  They would play musical chair and the child who got out would sulk or cry including my son.

Not long ago my daughter would buy everything in pink; from pencil to cycle.  I was fed up of her pink fetish!  Now she doesn’t even look at the color.

There was a time when both the kids would fight over the remote of the TV to watch cartoon, now that remote lies abandoned as neither of the kid is interested in watching cartoons anymore.

Each stage of the child needs to be cherished and stored as a treasure. Now the tastes and demands of my children have changed, but the fact remains that my son will never demand a Hot Wheels car again and my daughter will never ask for a particular Barbie doll.  There won’t be any birthday parties where the kids will fight for chocolates nor will my kids or his friends sulk over not winning “passing the parcel” or “musical chair.”