Parent-child bonding

When a child is born, everybody loves her. The mother loves her the most.

I am considering, she’s a girl. You can think of her as a boy too. But, there’s a reason why I chose the child to be a girl. The parents carry her in their arms. Shows her the world. Gives her candies and all the love. They think she is learning by seeing the world and will remember what all she sees in her childhood.

But, she seldom remembers because she was a kid after all. The parents were doing all this so that when she grows up and leaves them alone in search of a job or pursue studies or get married, the parents will remember that they did such and such things for her. They will have tears in their eyes and unending love for their child. She will be unaware of all this. She didn’t remember things when she was a kid and she won’t be able to know when she grows up because she won’t be there with them.

But then, this is how it is. A child is born, she’s adored, she grows up, she moves out, parents live with memories. So, the incident when the parents are holding the kid in their arms and showing the moon and the stars and the vehicles on the roads, at that moment, all they want is to see that FANTASTIC smile on the kid’s face. Seldom they realize that those memories will stay with them longer than their kids.

mom-rocking-son

And when the kids are all grown and independent(almost), parents hide their same emotional side fearing that the kids won’t like it and the kids hide because they think their parents won’t like(or sometimes ego issues like WHY SHALL I SAY FIRST?) and just like that one of the awesome relation on Earth is killed.

Stop reading this blog! STOP! Go, call your parent and talk to them, tell them how much you love them, how much you miss them. It’s now! Then come and like/comment here 😉

This post is inspired from the below Quora post –

Q : What is the deepest conversation you’ve ever had with someone?

A : When I was living in a hostel, my mom used to call me daily and we used to have this same 2 minute conversation.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

Me: I’m good.

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

Me: Yes.

Mom: You had your Dinner?

Me: Yes, Mom!

Mom: Anything else?

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

Mom: Good Night!

Me: Good Night!

Short conversation, right? Din’t find anything deep in it, did you? I don’t think most of you would have. But this is what she always meant.

Mom: Beta! How are you?

(I know you must be bored of this question by now, but me and your dad are always worried about you. Just listening to your voice everyday is an assurance for us)

Me: I’m good.

(It’s not easy. Its not exactly like home, but I’m managing somehow. I have my own ups and downs but don’t want to bother you and dad with this stuff)

Mom: Everything’s fine there?

(I know you’ll say yes, but your voice betrays you. I can feel you’re not okay. Something’s bothering you, but I also know that you won’t reveal unless you want to. And If I press it, you might get agitated. We just hope you’ll let us know. We’re always there for you)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(You might have sensed it already, but you know I can’t open up. I hope you don’t force it. I’ll handle it myself)

Mom: You had your Dinner?

(Another stupid question, right? But you don’t realize that even a small stupid detail about you is important for me. I hope you actually ate and won’t just say yes so that I feel good. I know you don’t like your mess food)

Me: Yes, Mom!

(Mess food sucks. I really miss home food. I am tired of eating mess food as well as outside food. Anyways, mess is already closed. I’ll go to canteen today again)

Mom: Anything else?

(Tell me if I can help you out, or atleast make you feel better by listening to you. I’m confident that you’re capable enough to handle any situation, but this is the least I can do for you)

Me: No! Now, I’ve to go. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.

(I wish i could tell you. But I need to take care of this myself.

Mom: Good Night!

(I love you beta)

Me: Good Night!

(Love you too, Mom)

Love your parents. Love anyone and everyone. Love without any reason. Love is powerful. So, love yourself first. Love is unequivocal. But still, feel and smile.

P.S.: Yeah! It was powerful. To make you feel better, go listen to Crawling back to you of Backstreet boys! Or, you can go ahead and check this video as a solo-traveler 😉

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28 thoughts on “Parent-child bonding

  1. I think I read this answer, too. But, I love your take on it and how it inspired you to write this post and actually do something about it. I could relate to the first part of the post where you describe the relation between the parents and their daughter, and their feelings about the same. Because it’s true, we don’t remember. But, that shouldn’t mean we should take it all for granted.

    Just the other day, I was reminded about this shloka by someone whom I respect

    “Matru devo bhava, pitru devo bhava…”

    We forget things like this often and it does us good to be reminded of them just as often. Thank you. 🙂

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  2. These values are very common to all and very rare to understand ..in one of my Facebook posts I mentioned the same ..we try to connect and socialize with so many people via fb,Twitter,WhatsApp and many more..yet we are far away from our origin.. Our parents,relatives..and the guy who said “Charity begins at home ” was a very smart one and we use this phrase for our day to day conversation and suggestions..

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  3. What a beautiful post, Darshith, everything spoken and interpreted was spot on. It brought back my memories from the time I lived away from my parents during my childhood and I hid things from them, especially my mother, during calls. I’d save it for the time I get back together with her and then I’ll open up, since it’s so much easier that way 🙂

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  4. You won’t imagine how much I could relate to it. This happens every single day. No matter how much the day had been different, after dinner call is a ritual since one year. Although I do not remember how my parents brought me up as an infant but now I know what they are doing for me. I know I won’t be able to return them back the same love and care in the next decade or even a century but I’ll try to do whatever I can for them.

    P.S.: I am glad that you considered a baby girl. Any big reason? 😉

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