Little Things

Our son, daughter and grandson have come for a visit, my parents are here too and we are living our childhood once more. Life has become so much busier in such a nice way. We are back in our childhood and all those little things which so delight our grandson bring delight to us too. We are seeing life through his eyes. The look of excited anticipation and the happiness on his face as can do what he wants to do bring a smile. Children look at things so differently. He was making something with his Lego set and he told us it was an aeroplane, in his own words and actions. To our adult eye it did not look like one but our imagination is so very different. Their imagination knows no limits.

These small things are so full of life and many a time as we grow older we take them for granted. They are there, somewhere in the background. We do not even remember them, and even if lose them, we do not really know that we have lost something precious.

As I was watching our grandson, I remembered my two young friends. They are an important part of my life. Every afternoon at 3.30, they used to go to the gym. Every day they go at the same time. But every time they are so excited, they start counting the minutes and keep looking at the clock as the minute hand moves forward. People do not think of them as normal in the accepted sense. But, sometimes as I watch them, I feel we let everyday things become a monotonous routine. They are something which we have to do and not something we want to do.

Why and when does this happen?

As I write this I remember these lines. I do not remember who wrote them.

‘ One seed can start a garden,

One drop can start a sea,

One doubt can start a hating,

One dream can set us free.’

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(The photo is of my parents with their great grandson)

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One Reply to “Little Things”

  1. Clarence Thomas wrote the verse. Nice, tender, piece. The last picture reminds me of something I don’t remember. My paternal grandmother died when I was four. Apparently I used to follow her around with her stick. So I identified with your little grandson. Thank him for the memory.

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