I have experienced life with most of its topsy turvy turns. Fathering is such a pleasure and solace to heart when you have never yourself had a chance to fit into your father’s shoes. I was born in a middle class family. My father, as I remember him in blemishes of my thoughts was a very endearing one. Catering to all the demands of his child till he became 6. All of a sudden world around shattered with the loving figure going into dungeons of other life.
Life started changing. Brought up by a mother who was only a 10th class pass out- who sewed her way to feeding and educating the kids. Leave the rest, even continuation of study became taxing in deprived monetary condition. Toys, games, balloons stayed fantasies.
I have survived the agonies of life and have come far away at my own strength and footing. Now I am parent to one kid- a kid who chuckles seeing the colourful balloons and demands the fancy toys. I have no audacity to stop him from his demands whether reasonable or unreasonable. I want to make available all the toys/gifts at his feet. I don’t want him to slither in the pain of unfulfilled desires. All that I have gone through, all the externalities that i have faced- I don’t want my little one to feel even a iota of the same. I want to see the pleasure in his eyes, when he gets what he wanted. I can’t bear the image of tears welling in his eyes due to unmet demands.
I might be pampering him too much but then the price that I have paid for circumstances, which I had no control on-is not worth keeping him away from his miniscule happiness, till I am alive. After all what I have experienced- people might come and try to fill up places but then leaving an unbiased and equal impression is hard to find.
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