"What a Bad Mother You Are" said my 5 year old
"What a bad mother you are" you said to me, my darling rockstar, in your ever boldening cute voice, striving to make its mark in this noisy world, each day. And you shook something, somewhere deep inside me, reminding me that I must have been taking your "growing up" a little too for granted. Reminding me that you are the little baby, whose coming about has taught me the meaning of being, has taught me the meaning of losing your being to the oneness of the whole being. The beautiful fact remains that Your arrival brought me to reflect upon the most beautiful learnings of my life, that nature is never mistaken, that spontaneity sits at the core of life, that what goes around comes around, that though I am the source of the decision to bring you about, I am a mere medium- a facilitator at most, that every child, at least deserves the respect and dignity that we adults ever expect from them, that no child should ever be treated like a trophy, rather a sapling requir...