My detox ther­a­pist


IN to­day’s stressed life we all are in search of a par­adise where we can detox our­selves. While some of us land in a psy­chiartist’s clinic, oth­ers try hard to start their day early in a lush green gar­den per­form­ing Yoga and oth­ers are con­verted into dis­ci­ples of some spir­i­tul or re­li­gious gu­rus, who with their sur­mons, teach and guide us the ways of eli­mat­ing sor­row and stress from our lives. But, in our blind search for hap­pi­ness while we roam all around the planet we don’t re­alise that our doc­tor and our ther­a­pist is near us. That is Our child, our tod­dler, our bun­dle of joy, our lit­tle MON­STER!

For me, a day out with my 4-year-old com­pletly re­juvinates my soul and helps me for­get all my wor­ries- atleast for a few hours.

When my lit­tle mon­ster is upto some­thing and even if she fails to fig­ure it out the first time, she keeps work­ing at it and most of the times she suc­ceeds in her task, teach­ing me never to give up and give a damn to public opin­ions and to be­lieve in our own­self.

For me she is de­fi­nately an un­cut di­a­mond, a pure stream, a store­house of im­mense laugh­ter and un­lim­ited source of pos­i­tive en­ergy. While, watch­ing her be­ing care­free in dirty clothes and choclate all over her face I re­alise that it’s time for me to lighten up and stop tak­ing my­self and my prob­lems too se­ri­ously, though the re­al­i­sa­tion fades soon but should ac­tu­ally be im­bibed.

My lit­tle chuby princess - like most of her peers- is equally com­fort­able and play­full with my do­mes­tic help as she is with her fam­ily mem­bers, thus, mak­ing me re­alise that the great di­vide of rich-poor is the sin­ga­ture be­hav­iour of only adults and the thought is com­pletely alien to these in­no­cent souls.

They see every­body through their in­no­cent and beau­ti­ful eyes, and they see every­body as be­ing equally spe­cial and im­por­tant.

Al­most ev­ery day, while leav­ing for of­fice I have to bribe her to be obe­di­ent at home while I am out. The bribe, how­ever, is a mere lol­ly­pop. How do these lit­tle an­gels find hap­pi­ness in any­thing and ev­ery­thing? Just a lol­ly­pop, re­ally? To ex­press your­self freely is some­thing I ad­mire about her but to­tally fail to fol­low it my­self. Just like other tod­dlers she would be the same mis­be­haved and cranky tod­dler ev­ery­where be it a party or a usual day at home. Con­sis­tancy thy name is tod­dlers! She is the same ev­ery­where when it comes to ex­press­ing her­self freely. It’s we adults who teach them to re­strict and con­trol their emo­tions and feel­ings. Don’t cry now we are in a party? Be­have, every­one’s watch­ing! And of course ‘Why worry about to­mor­row when to­day is here’ is the best pol­icy for this age-group. I re­ally envy her when I see liv­ing only for the mo­ment.

Un­for­tu­nately, my lit­tle bun­dle of joy, my source of peace is very of­ten my punch­ing bag. On many oc­ca­sions when she is happy and comes to me ex­pect­ing a tight hug is re­cip­ro­cated with my harsh yelling just bea­cuse I had a bad day. But the mo­ment my anger sub­sides, I find my mon­ster near me await­ing to cud­dle me giv­ing me a huge sense of guilt and teach­ing me the di­vine virtue of for­get and for­give. And that too with­out be­ing too judge­men­tal. This is mo­ment you fail as a par­ent and your child be­comes your an­chor. And you start be­ing grate­ful for this mir­a­cle in your life and start lov­ing all her tantrums- atleast for few hours. LOL!

Newspapers in English

Newspapers from India

© PressReader. All rights reserved.