Sunday, March 21, 2010

Is it an Oxymoron Situation ??


Nishant is superactive young adult
6 and a half yrs old". He's too young for high school and too old for 1st grade gauging on the Wise-O- Meter :-).

He's active, agile, tireless and hard to keep up. He's also very imaginative, high on curiosity and tirelessly experimental , which frequently lands him in situations he can't always control, kind of the curious George, the Monkey.


With his impish grin, he would deliver blunt observations of the truth, which would be hard to ignore. He is the Wise-President of the house, most forgiving, full of love, hugs and licks....and lot of other things that comes in the bundle :-)










We were driving back from Shirdi Baba Temple and I was appreciating my kids that they were very wonderful and responsible.

Nishant said to Neeha, " I am always good with my manners, but you sometimes forget your Please and Thank you, Neeha"

Neeha responded " Oh! yeah....have you forgotten the days you have called Amma. Meanie Bom-beenie ?
What do you have to say for that ?"

Nishant : " Well, i have not said anything like that to Amma" " I have only said, Come On Amma oh! PLEASE....You are the meanest Mom !!!"

Neeha : " oh! thats FUNNY! Nishant, you have a nice way with words.....but you were not being nice." " Amma, You put this on your blog"

My kids always reminds me of " Dennis the Menace". They always have something up their sleeve. Maybe its not just my kids....Kids have always outsmarted their parents in some way or the other :-)

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Your Children are not YOUR Children


Your Children are not your children.

They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.

They come through you but not from you, And though they are with you they belong not to you.

You may give them your love but not your thoughts, For they have their own thoughts.

You may house their bodies but not their souls, For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.

You may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you. For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.

You are the bow from which your childern as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of infinite, and HE bends you with HIS might that HIS arrow may go swift and far.

Let your bending in the archers hand be for gladness; For even as HE loves the arrow that flies, so HE loves the bow that is stable.

By Kahlil Gibran