
I often see small kids enjoying themselves with their parents when I go to the park. It is surely a very happy sight. I always remember the time when my kids were small. It is one of the very precious times that me and my wife shared with each other. There are so many things that make that time so very nice.
I remember purchasing clothes for our little daughter. I would touch her small, chubby hands and feel very happy. In those days, me and my wife tried to spend the maximum time with our daughter. We used to feel very guilty whenever we were away from her. Her very first attempt at speaking, walking- they are all priceless memories.
I remember how much she cried on her first day to school. I also cried and cried that day. It was like- I was sharing a part of me with the outside world. It was my wife who handled everything so well and took care that our daughter got into the habit of going school. It was really a tough thing.
I remember teaching our daughter the counting and the alphabets. I remember holding her hand as she practiced making ‘A’ and ‘B’. I remember purchasing a bunny school bag for her and watching her looking at it with delight when I gifted her the bag. Oh God- how time runs away. Really!!! It seems all these things happened only yesterday.
I feel very happy when I see my little daughter growing up everyday and learning things that I myself don’t know. Only yesterday, she was telling me about Mother Teresa. It was immensely satisfying to listen to her.
Kids give a second life and a meaning to the parents. I am happy that my kids are with me. I watch them grow, learn and feel. This is a divine experience. I pray that every parent lives this feeling and enjoys it. It is truly good.
Let me take your leave now. Please take care. Bye.
The ‘common man’ watched his son and daughter as they were discussing the foreign policy of the country in their own kiddish ways. He didn’t understand anything but he was happy. He thanked God in that moment and knew that he didn’t want anything more satisfying in his life.
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