As 9:00 pm invited us to the bedtime routine, Neel (33
months) and I cuddled together in our rocking chair for a story. The pick of the day was a story about a hunter and four animal friends from renowned Panchatantra. As I was wrapping up, Neel pointed to the hunter and posed one of his favorite questions,
‘Amma, Where is his (hunter’s) mommy? Since the book illustrated a grey haired
hunter, as quick as a whip I responded, ‘The hunter lives all by himself and
not with his mommy and daddy’.
At that Neel’s excitement snuffed. He clutched me and
whimpered ‘Mommy, please don’t (ever) leave me’. I snuggled and assured him
that I’ll always be there for him.
That night as I pondered the incident, I wouldn't help marveling
at the profundity of parental love. Though love comes from varied sources, there
is an amazing strength and reassurance to a parent‘s love that helps us surmount
the swirling waters that surfaces now and then in our lives. The security and warmth of that love is boundless.
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