Little Saplings
It had been an eternity since I had tended to my babies, my loving plants which I had brought home as little saplings from the nursery about a year back.
During the infancy period, I would tend to them, nurture them, directing them to grow in a certain way. I would wind them with soft strings or bend them in a particular angle so that they could seep in the first morning rays & grow looking healthy & energized.
As they grew stronger, their roots stuck deeper into the soil, I started to relax & not worry too much about their well being. There would be a general watering session once or twice a day (depending on the season) & then I would retreat to my other chores, sure that they had grown into young confident plants who could take care of themselves.
Days grew into months & I got busier, smug in the thought that my babies no longer needed my undivided attention. Last week, as I sipped on my morning tea, it dawned on me that I had been a careless parent. I had ignored my children & in the bargain, some of them had grown into callous little things. Others looked unhealthy & tired as if they had depleted all their energy reserves.
I mentally kicked myself for my folly. What kind of a parent was I? How could I have not noticed these coherent signs & got into action earlier & helped my little ones?
In an overwhelming catharsis, chiding myself, I swung into action. I needed to guide my young ones gently but surely.
The first plan of action was swapping the very soil that they grew in with new soil full of minerals which would help cleanse their damaged persona. I tried in vain, separating the roots from the soil. I realized how difficult this task was. With months of being on their own, they had grown into smutty little stubborn things. Their roots were grotesquely entwined with the barren soil & almost inseparable.
As I tugged at the soil, they shrieked in horror, screaming to be left alone. Their roots like stubborn individuals bent upon self pity would not let go of the rotting soil.
I braced myself & took shelter in the thought that even if this exercise was hurting my babies, it was they who would later benefit from my being heartless.
I slowly but steadily loosened the unwanted soil & introduced once again, fresh soil with all the elements that would invigorate them & nurture them back into being happy, confident individuals.
As the first rays hit my window today morning, I walked up to them to water them & finish my morning chore to get ready for work. I experienced pure ecstasy seeing my young ones growing up once again into healthy beings, prancing in the morning breeze, wet with little droplets from the rains that had lashed all night long. They seemed to be shouting out in glee, thanking me. I looked at my hands, they needed a manicure but nevertheless, I felt rewarded.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
During the infancy period, I would tend to them, nurture them, directing them to grow in a certain way. I would wind them with soft strings or bend them in a particular angle so that they could seep in the first morning rays & grow looking healthy & energized.
As they grew stronger, their roots stuck deeper into the soil, I started to relax & not worry too much about their well being. There would be a general watering session once or twice a day (depending on the season) & then I would retreat to my other chores, sure that they had grown into young confident plants who could take care of themselves.
Days grew into months & I got busier, smug in the thought that my babies no longer needed my undivided attention. Last week, as I sipped on my morning tea, it dawned on me that I had been a careless parent. I had ignored my children & in the bargain, some of them had grown into callous little things. Others looked unhealthy & tired as if they had depleted all their energy reserves.
I mentally kicked myself for my folly. What kind of a parent was I? How could I have not noticed these coherent signs & got into action earlier & helped my little ones?
In an overwhelming catharsis, chiding myself, I swung into action. I needed to guide my young ones gently but surely.
The first plan of action was swapping the very soil that they grew in with new soil full of minerals which would help cleanse their damaged persona. I tried in vain, separating the roots from the soil. I realized how difficult this task was. With months of being on their own, they had grown into smutty little stubborn things. Their roots were grotesquely entwined with the barren soil & almost inseparable.
As I tugged at the soil, they shrieked in horror, screaming to be left alone. Their roots like stubborn individuals bent upon self pity would not let go of the rotting soil.
I braced myself & took shelter in the thought that even if this exercise was hurting my babies, it was they who would later benefit from my being heartless.
I slowly but steadily loosened the unwanted soil & introduced once again, fresh soil with all the elements that would invigorate them & nurture them back into being happy, confident individuals.
As the first rays hit my window today morning, I walked up to them to water them & finish my morning chore to get ready for work. I experienced pure ecstasy seeing my young ones growing up once again into healthy beings, prancing in the morning breeze, wet with little droplets from the rains that had lashed all night long. They seemed to be shouting out in glee, thanking me. I looked at my hands, they needed a manicure but nevertheless, I felt rewarded.
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
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