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Mothers Day: What type of a man are you?

Imagine you are lost in the woods. It is getting dark, storm clouds are rising in the east and sounds of horror are emerging all around you. Your mind is starting to trick you into seeing creatures surrounding you. Your heart is racing and fear is rising. Amongst this, a figure of care, love and compassion emerges from the darkness, surrounds you with their love.  In a heartbeat, there is no fear, there is no darkness, there is no doubt. Just love, just assurance.

This person who appears when all seems lost and holds you in their arms and gives you unconditional love and assures you, is your mother.

A mother, by definition is a female figure. I beg to differ. Mother is a role that a person plays, male or female, family or friend, that takes you into a comfort zone, where you are not threatened.

I am fortunate to have four mothers. My biological mother and father who loved me, nourished me and raised me to where I stand today. Then my mother in-law and father in-law, who welcomed me into their lives, trusted me with well being of their daughter and supported me everytime I fell. I am fortunate that my children have two mothers, my wife and I.

My parents, yes all four of them, taught me as did my elders that a mother is your passage to paradise. A mother is to be respected, regardless of how harsh they may seem at times. I learnt that if all men started to respect women and all women respected men, this world will be a sunny warm beach with a gentle breeze caressing over every nation and every land. They taught me that Men and Women are equal in every aspect. Their roles as mothers and fathers are equal in every respect. Every human – equal.

What type of a man are you?  Do you respect the person behind the skin? Are you a man who believes that might is right? Or perhaps you are a man who affirms that his way is the only way? Do you hold hands with your spouse and walk together or do you open the door and honour their right to lead?

What type of a man are you? I am, by the Grace of God, a man who believes that every woman is to be respected and honored, just like every man is to be respected and honored. I am a father who teaches his children that every day is mothers day, so honor it, respect it and celebrate it. I am a mother who teaches that nations cannot be reformed unless its children are reformed.

So, on this Mothers day, I ask you: What type of a man are you?

Till we meet again, stay in Peace.

Consoling your child, consoling yourself

We decided to visit family in the big town. It was different. It was festive, heartening. Three days into the vacation and I wanted back. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family; it is always nice to hug your mom, have breakfast with your dad while still in night gown. It feels good to be with your siblings, while their offsprings brighten the day with their laughter and sparkle the house with sounds of delight.

Then there is the spending ‘quality’ time parked on the highway or perhaps trying to keep up with the cars that pass you by at astounding speeds.  In our mind, this scenario somehow does not equate to the gentle waves caressing the shores of the ocean. Many times, my wife and I had to call upon Vivaldi to resound our rhythm, however, mostly it felt like we were intimate with flight of the bumblebee!! I would imagine Rimsky had an alternative intention when he penciled the master piece.

Drive back was fun. As the sun set in the west and the sky spread out in the east, webbing her pink, purple and red net, the tears of pain at leaving the loved ones behind rolled down my sons cheeks. Part of me wanted to hug him tight and turn around, allowing him a few more days with family, but the father in me negated the emotion. This is the time to help them understand importance of cherishing the moments afforded to us, however brief they might be. So I did what in my humble opinion was right; I clinched my heart, let the tears gravitate, remained patient and prayed silently in my heart.

That night, hundreds of miles from either direction, I hugged him tight before going to bed, listened to his heart yearning, and reassured him that we will be together soon. Moments of sadness are always followed by happiness. With hardship, there is ease. With remembrance, there is peace. Then we prayed and slept peacefully.

You see, there are times in life when the urge to follow your heart is throbbing in your head, the desire to give in to your urges is oozing from your pores. This is when you must control your impulses, keeping in sight the overarching goals and examining your moral compass. It is at times like these that you should press on towards larger goals, leaving behind what appears to be seductive and enticing. Two more days with cousins would have been great, but the lesson to be learnt was of greater value. The lesson that it is okay to hurt, it is okay to cry, as long as you plan for another laughter, cherish the memories and work towards attaining them.

Sometimes, when solitude finds you and you can quieten your thoughts, I invite you to ponder upon the wisdom of these words I once read:

And he found you lost and guided you.

Big values, small values

Respect, Integrity, Honesty, values that we desire for our children. Sometimes, I wonder – How many of us cherish these values?

Couple of weeks ago, we were heading downtown. The car in front of us had a large sticker posted on it: “No one gives a d**m about your stick family.” We do not have stick family displayed on our car, yet the audacity of the cite appalled me. My son commented “How rude?” and I concurred.

Respect for our neighbours, our friends and foes alike, is what my parents taught me. Integrity in face of adversity is a value they demonstrated time and again. Honesty, even if faced with personal loss is what our elders taught us, with their examples. How do I teach these values to my children, I wondered?

We spoke about respect and what it means. We spoke about integrity and honesty. Yes, there are times when you do not see another person’s viewpoint. Yes, there are times when weight of your words far out weigh others. It is during times like these that your respect for another persons belief will shine with silence and dignity. This is when your honesty illuminates the essence of respect, deepening the roots of integrity.

It was a simple sticker that prompted such pleasant dialogue. A mere nine word sentence. I was pleased to see my children reflect those values that are dear to me, that are dear to our elders. The fabric of this society is being threatened by confusion, by deception and unfaithfulness. It is always pleasant to see a thread that promises to hold it all together.

May God bless my children. May they become productive, positive and meaningful contributors to establishing peace of our World. May God bless you and your children in the same manner.

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General note:

In a display of good values, many are getting together to support Special Olympics. We will be there, supporting them all the way, as they are #FreezinForAReason and taking a #polarplunge