Just the other day, A fell from the stairs... both of us saw him roll down and fall on the ground. Luckily, miraculously he was unhurt. But that scene just keeps playing and replaying in front of my eyes. Its probably the scariest sight for me. To see your little baby falling down and not being able to do anything about it.

Isn't it kinda representative of the uncountable other times when we may have to see him going through something that we can't control? God alone knows the kind of circumstances and situations that he will have to deal with. We will never be able to really prevent them from happening... all we can do is after the fall... after the hurt. We can be there for him only after the pain. Makes me realise that we really can't control the lives of our children. They will go through what they must. What they bring towards them will affect them, good or bad. I hope mostly its good, but sometimes the bad will also come. I know how much the bad times have taught me about life... he will learn like that too.

I hope A knows that he can always come to us after the hurt. And we can assuage the pain. Tend over the wounds.

Children broaden our view of life so much. Its like the switch between windows option on the computer... for a second all that you have been through as children comes in front of your eyes. And then, we can act, maybe with some degree of understanding from our own past experiences as kids. Did our parents think like this too? I wonder...

AB; 22/Jan, Bandra