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If I had my child to raise all over again

The article on the newspaper that caught my attention today “The pre-millennial needs to grow up?”

As I completed it, I remembered Helen Keller who was both blind and deaf.  When asked by someone as to what could be worse than being blind, she said “having eyes but yet not having vision.” Isn’t that what we are in a state today? As a society we build so much pressure on these little ones that we rob them of their childhood. And we yet fail to see it. As a learning parent I particularly find it hard at times to decide how to teach and what to teach. To let them be tech savvy or be human? be competitive or be happy? And when I am caught up in these whirlpools, my small wonders surprise me with all-new teaching of life. I must confess, being a parent, I have learnt lot more from my kids than what I have taught them. I feel indebted to them. At times I wish I could stop them grow and keep learning from them; for these children are far better than we adults are. Be it adapting to changes instantly, or be it sharing things, be it the concern or be it the nothing-happened attitude after a quarrel ….. the list goes endless.

Let we quote a poem that I read a few days back and assert myself on the pre-millennial needs to grow up.

If I Had My child to raise all over again
-         By Diane Loomans

If I had my child to raise all over again,
I’d build self esteem first, and the house later.
I’d finger-paint more, and point the fingers less.
I would do less correcting and more connecting
I’d take eyes off my watch, and watch with my eyes.
I’d take more hikes and fly more kites.
I’d stop playing serious and seriously play
I would run through more fields and gaze at more stars.
I would do more hugging and less tugging.


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