I waited for years when my sons would be ready to spread their wings and take their first flight.
I was preparing my first born to wean from the parental shelter and move on to create his very own dream space. I was lecturing day in and night off to be careful of the cruel world out there, I was sharing the space between once gone and when found many internal demons may wake up from deep slumber. I told him to be bold enough to stand for himself, to be courageous enough to cross over the harsh times. To say NO at the right time, to believe what others share yet not to trust anyone’s words as words do not carry any meanings. They are only reflections of the individual’s thoughts, beliefs, and experiences. The words which change their meaning with time and space, that the words reception changes with personal perception.
He heard, he fought, he cried, he hugged me many times before he left his room, his car, his nana, his brother, the best companion his dog and promised to return as soon as possible.
My heart sank, the fear gripped me tight. I was confused whether I was happy to see my son grown up to start his next inning or sad to cut the umbilical cord. I realized all the lectures were to ready myself for this day than him. I was echoing my fears out. I so much wanted to hold him, protect him and secure him. It was my need to comfort myself than to warn him from the outer unknown world.
I realized it has always been my story, since the day I felt the first flutter in my womb, the first labour pain signs, the first milk, the first nappy change, the first steps, the first school day, the first medal, the first college day. It was my extended story throughout.
I am confident of my son to move on as he is my extended soul part. You carry the part of me and you have learnt from you only to trust myself, making me of mother.
All the best as you have grown your wings wide enough to take your first flight my dear son, Abbhinav.
