"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 requiring just the right kind of soil, air, water to be what they're meant to be.
The fact that I'm writing this blog in quite a gap of time, itself testifies that I may have been attempting to move on to my "regular stuff" a little too swiftly and overly. Hence, I bow down to your majestic innocence and stand convicted to your allegation upon me "What a bad mother you are!".
You, my child, are The Authority, truly, the real barometer to assess my dutiful performance as your parent, and I absolutely submit before thee, today. I submit for in spite my unbiased commitment to regard your free will, I act otherwise, at times, more often these days and I know, it will be too late by the time you ever know how I'm oscillating  between household chores, law practice, enterprising, socializing, managing more than I could have ever imagined, the child within me feels overwhelmed at times. I whole heartedly thank you for ringing the alarm to pace down and letting me know that there's more I should be doing "WITH YOU" rather than "FOR YOU".
I wish, us adults as a species, could take our children's objections, warnings, complaints in a more sensitive and compassionate manner rather than personally, as we are conditioned. I once again thank you My child, for you always reach out to me in the purest of the ways, from your cries as an infant to your upfront broken sentences to the quiet glance, for you are the definition of PURE. It is us adults who, layer you all as per conveniences, so much so that we end up not recognising reflection of our own deeds in you. I wish we regarded your free will with equality. I wish no complaints from a child were ever disgracefully discarded saying kids should be kids, even though we desire them with all desperation before we have them and blatantly expect multiple times of everything we ever put in.
It is only when us adults land up in old age shelter homes that we come to realise, the treatment we must have posed you with. May be not even then, because realization is a choice and self realization with a child is true blessing.
THANK YOU MY GURUS, MY CHILDREN.