#100HappyDays/ Day92
Happiness is "being blessed with the best parents in the world"
How do I begin...... Let me keep it simple....
Thank you so much God for blessing me with the best ever parents. I have always felt your presence in my life through mom and dad ever since I remember. Their love, blessings and care for me have always been special and all encompassing.
It is natural for children to look up to and respect their parents. It is no different in my case. As I look back through my life memories, there are so many that pop out and shout for attention. I could literally write a book ...and probably will... Detailing the wonderful kaleidoscope of Eastman colour tinted memories of childhood that have remained fresh on my heart, mind and soul. Here's a sample just for tasters:
- I was my father's boy and used to be always stuck with him. The moment we (me and my younger brother Vivek) woke up, he would be shaving while getting ready to go to work. We would go and joyfully cling up to him asking to be picked up. He would then have to put some shaving cream on our faces and pretend shave us.
- He enjoyed rubbing his stubble on our faces and we loved being tickled by him
- We were monkeys copying all his actions. I would observe him driving and then try to pretend drive the car without the keys :) Sundays we would wait for him to start his preparations for the week ahead... Ironing his clothes and polishing his shoes. As soon as he had completed his work, he had two customers waiting for him with their school dresses and shoes!
- Dinner was special with dad sitting on the ground... Us two chimps running all around the house and running upto him every couple of minutes for him to feed us and then we would resume the run-around through the house
- Being the 3rd of 4 children, I still demanded and forcefully got his complete time and attention - there was no concept of sharing when it came to the love and pampering of Dad. I fiercely wanted to be and still believe that I am the favourite child of my parents... No apologies to my siblings...you gotta want it bad to beat me!
- Every evening, when he came back from work, he barely got time to change his clothes before I wanted to lie with my head on his lap and then he had to rub my back for as long as I wanted. I still crave for those back-rubs.
- We had this fun game where I would twist his nose, lips, chin, eyebrows and he would contort his face as if I was moulding it.
- Dad used to drive from office directly to my school to pick me up. Once he got late and I was not used to be kept waiting and so walked home a mile as a 4 year old. In his panic at not seeing me at the school, poor dad went home, came back to the school and went back home before I reached home. I won't really say what happened after that.... Your guess is as good as my silent confession
- For me, Dad has always been my hero and role model. Everything good that I am today is because of the example that he set for me through his impeccable values. I always observed him closely and wanted to do everything the way he would do it.
- I have seen all through my life, dad and mom being strict and disciplined on their own personal expenses just to ensure that we never had anything missing in our upbringing. Education and correct values were their two focus areas.
- Dad is the best DIY champ that I have ever seen. There was never a problem that he couldn't solve. From cooking, sewing, mending broken toys, first aid, fixing electrical appliances, gardening, car mechanics, plumbing, pottery....name a problem and he would find a way to solve it. Dad is the best magician I have ever seen because all his magic tricks are genuine
- I am still amazed how he could solve every broken thing without having had special education/training. He would sleep on an unsolved problem and invariably find the solution the next day. He confessed getting solutions in his dreams because his attitude was to never give up.
- I still revere the lessons he has taught me by just living life the way he has. His life has been a story of sacrifice of all personal delights to raise a family as the single bread winner.
- I however take complete responsibility for all negative qualities of mine,,, these are all a consequence of me straying away from his footsteps
I could go on and on Dad and Mom... But there aren't enough words in the world which can express your importance in my life. All I will say is that you aren't just my parents in this life... You have always been and will continue to be my guiding lights and loving parents/gurus across lifetimes.
Happy Father's Day mom and dad... as I told my mom today while wishing her... "Dad couldn't be celebrating a Father's Day without her in our lives"... I owe her a separate blog/book....
And the wheels of time keep churning relentlessly. I rode through my childhood on the broad shoulders of my "giant" dad... Idolising him...even basing my signature on his signature. Life kept moving us through phases of childhood, adolescence, adulthood, separation from parents, marriage....the bond though is of the soul and just gets stronger every day.
And now my parents are my kids... They are grey, bent and ginger, I shout at them for their weaknesses when they would just hug me for my mistakes... I dearly pray to god to keep them healthy and peaceful...they remain my pride, joy and love...they are the lighthouses and beacons who have guided me home through all the storms of life. They still dote on me just as they did when I was a baby in their arms. It is my turn now to pamper them and shower them with love and attention.
I can't claim to love them the same though..... My love and respect has just grown a lot more... I realise how precious they are...how special their blessings and love are for me... How important their smiles are...How they are God's special angels in my life and how I will always be grateful for their love.
I speak this on behalf of my brothers and sister....
Happy Father's Day to mom and dad... as I told my mom today while wishing her... "Dad couldn't be celebrating a Father's Day without her in our lives"...
I owe mom a separate blog/book....
P.S. I look forward to the next back-rub Dad.
Happiness is "being blessed with the best parents in the world"
How do I begin...... Let me keep it simple....
Thank you so much God for blessing me with the best ever parents. I have always felt your presence in my life through mom and dad ever since I remember. Their love, blessings and care for me have always been special and all encompassing.
It is natural for children to look up to and respect their parents. It is no different in my case. As I look back through my life memories, there are so many that pop out and shout for attention. I could literally write a book ...and probably will... Detailing the wonderful kaleidoscope of Eastman colour tinted memories of childhood that have remained fresh on my heart, mind and soul. Here's a sample just for tasters:
- I was my father's boy and used to be always stuck with him. The moment we (me and my younger brother Vivek) woke up, he would be shaving while getting ready to go to work. We would go and joyfully cling up to him asking to be picked up. He would then have to put some shaving cream on our faces and pretend shave us.
- He enjoyed rubbing his stubble on our faces and we loved being tickled by him
- We were monkeys copying all his actions. I would observe him driving and then try to pretend drive the car without the keys :) Sundays we would wait for him to start his preparations for the week ahead... Ironing his clothes and polishing his shoes. As soon as he had completed his work, he had two customers waiting for him with their school dresses and shoes!
- Dinner was special with dad sitting on the ground... Us two chimps running all around the house and running upto him every couple of minutes for him to feed us and then we would resume the run-around through the house
- Being the 3rd of 4 children, I still demanded and forcefully got his complete time and attention - there was no concept of sharing when it came to the love and pampering of Dad. I fiercely wanted to be and still believe that I am the favourite child of my parents... No apologies to my siblings...you gotta want it bad to beat me!
- Every evening, when he came back from work, he barely got time to change his clothes before I wanted to lie with my head on his lap and then he had to rub my back for as long as I wanted. I still crave for those back-rubs.
- We had this fun game where I would twist his nose, lips, chin, eyebrows and he would contort his face as if I was moulding it.
- Dad used to drive from office directly to my school to pick me up. Once he got late and I was not used to be kept waiting and so walked home a mile as a 4 year old. In his panic at not seeing me at the school, poor dad went home, came back to the school and went back home before I reached home. I won't really say what happened after that.... Your guess is as good as my silent confession
- For me, Dad has always been my hero and role model. Everything good that I am today is because of the example that he set for me through his impeccable values. I always observed him closely and wanted to do everything the way he would do it.
- I have seen all through my life, dad and mom being strict and disciplined on their own personal expenses just to ensure that we never had anything missing in our upbringing. Education and correct values were their two focus areas.
- Dad is the best DIY champ that I have ever seen. There was never a problem that he couldn't solve. From cooking, sewing, mending broken toys, first aid, fixing electrical appliances, gardening, car mechanics, plumbing, pottery....name a problem and he would find a way to solve it. Dad is the best magician I have ever seen because all his magic tricks are genuine
- I am still amazed how he could solve every broken thing without having had special education/training. He would sleep on an unsolved problem and invariably find the solution the next day. He confessed getting solutions in his dreams because his attitude was to never give up.
- I still revere the lessons he has taught me by just living life the way he has. His life has been a story of sacrifice of all personal delights to raise a family as the single bread winner.
- I however take complete responsibility for all negative qualities of mine,,, these are all a consequence of me straying away from his footsteps
I could go on and on Dad and Mom... But there aren't enough words in the world which can express your importance in my life. All I will say is that you aren't just my parents in this life... You have always been and will continue to be my guiding lights and loving parents/gurus across lifetimes.
Happy Father's Day mom and dad... as I told my mom today while wishing her... "Dad couldn't be celebrating a Father's Day without her in our lives"... I owe her a separate blog/book....
And the wheels of time keep churning relentlessly. I rode through my childhood on the broad shoulders of my "giant" dad... Idolising him...even basing my signature on his signature. Life kept moving us through phases of childhood, adolescence, adulthood, separation from parents, marriage....the bond though is of the soul and just gets stronger every day.
And now my parents are my kids... They are grey, bent and ginger, I shout at them for their weaknesses when they would just hug me for my mistakes... I dearly pray to god to keep them healthy and peaceful...they remain my pride, joy and love...they are the lighthouses and beacons who have guided me home through all the storms of life. They still dote on me just as they did when I was a baby in their arms. It is my turn now to pamper them and shower them with love and attention.
I can't claim to love them the same though..... My love and respect has just grown a lot more... I realise how precious they are...how special their blessings and love are for me... How important their smiles are...How they are God's special angels in my life and how I will always be grateful for their love.
I speak this on behalf of my brothers and sister....
Happy Father's Day to mom and dad... as I told my mom today while wishing her... "Dad couldn't be celebrating a Father's Day without her in our lives"...
I owe mom a separate blog/book....
P.S. I look forward to the next back-rub Dad.
