Tears...

Yesterday something happened, and that brought tears to my eyes - tears of joy.



I washed some clothes and meant to dry them in the balcony. So I brought the bucket out. Pratham, was waiting for me and he immediately caught hold of the handle saying ' prathamaak, maka jay, thay vharta' ( This is For Pratham. I want this!! I am taking this there(Kitchen)) Now , I was in a hurry and hence was a bit irritated at this. But my trying to get him to leave the bucket was in vain. He put his hand through the handle and half dragged it away from me as I watched exasperated. I decided to give no more thought and tried closing the balcony door and in this attempt closed the door on my toes. Unable to bear the pain I gave a painful exclamation some thing like 'Aai Aii'



My dear son left the bucket wherever it was and came running to me!!! All the time saying ' Mummy kite zaale? Bubu zaalo? Mummy mummy!!' (Mummy, what happened? Got hurt?) There was soo much concern in his voice. I was touched.

I said - nothing dear, this door hit me.



In response, my puttu stroked my toes and gave the door a slap!!!!



I watched feeling soooooo surprised !! My Son , all of two years had come to apply salve on my wounds. It felt soooo nice..



Later in the evening when I told this to Krishna , his eyes became misty.



To realize that even at this small an age , your offspring has feelings and compassion... What else do we as parents want?