On a Park Bench – The Philosophy of Life

Written in the park, this post is a summary of what many mothers, grandfathers and grandmothers talk while they walk and chat while they rest.

On a park bench - The philosophy of life

One by one, parents let their heart out as they walk,
You head back home from work thinking about them. Hoping they did not
fight or cry in your absence. Wondering what new ideas they might have
learnt and what old ones they may have conquered.

You reach home, they run into your arms and you know they have
missed you too. You kiss their tender cheeks and tell them in
loving words how important they are to you.
You lift them high in the air, endear them as rascals.
In their impish smiling eyes, your heart melts.

As children grew, they asked us simple questions for which we had
no easy answers. They were naughty, they tested our patience, and
made us angry by being stubborn mules. You chided them, cajoled them
and waited for them to learn. You saw them flower at unexpected
moments. Their inadequacies rested on our shoulders and their success
brimmed our faint hearts.

As years go by, many a parent turned grandparent secretly wish
their children remained children. The tenderness deeply missed.
Our children are celebrated and worried about, rediscovered
during pangs of separation and neglected in the art of growing up.

Everyone had spoken and there was silence. We head back home…
……

When you look around you know that every child is like a tree,
unique in its growth and prosper. They bloom, they flourish, they
surround us, and they shade us in a special way. Until our last breath
they permeate our every thought, action, and speech.

Trees in a Park
~ Imagine a world bereft of trees and children ~

Subhashini Chandramani is mother of a teenager. She is a homemaker and poetical story teller who writes under the pen name, neelavanam which means the blue sky. You can follow her thoughts at  http://neelavanam.tumblr.com/ and @Neelavanam on Twitter. 

  • Wow! Just wow. Period.

  • Lovely and so true… ‘wish children would never grow’ .. in fact I still wish the same… wish we just had the only world… parents and grandparents and we would always be treated as lil ones.. there was so much love around!!!

    • Unfortunately it is an ever changing world. There are many elders in the park who fondly remember the child than the grown up one. But then who doesn’t want to be a child:-)

  • lovely…

  • the little joys of parenthood….garnished with nostalgia….

    • A mini post of being in the park. Being part of all generations in one place where emotions flow freely. Thank you:-)

  • Nidhi

    Lovely way to put it, Subhashini!

  • very well said!!

  • “You saw them flower at unexpected moments.” I love this line. That captures so much of the magic of watching children grow.

  • Loved the nostalgia !!!