And so it begins...

He has started taking steps without support. Soon he will be able to walk. Thank you God for giving this child an able bodied life. I was thinking how with each passing day he is changing, learning new things that surprise me, and there at the door was a letter from the pre-school we applied for a couple of months ago. We are supposed to meet the principal next month for an interview (without Rishabh!!). Frankly, i think, pre-schools are a way out for parents to allow them to do their own thing. All they need to do is put on the table the money, and someone else will take care of your child's basic learnings and spare you the task which is not just a parent's privilege but its responsibility. How sad!  I so much want to be the one to teach him all that, for what i will teach, money would neither be the motive, nor will it be the desired incentive.

Pretty soon he will start responding both in actions and in words. I will have to do the dirty job of corrupting his tender mind and spirit with the understanding of mine and thine. I still have memories of my parents teaching me the dos and donts. I particularly remember the mine and thine chapter which began with don't give away your pencils and erasers to others. Unbelievable as it may be, i remember that i did not like it. I was still to grow up to have my own opinion to question it as i am doing now. But i do understand my parent's perspective. It is the dirty lesson, the necessary evil, which they may have taught me with a heavy heart as i will to him.. Which parent would want to strip its child away from righteousness?

....Papa