That day my little daughter was so inconsolable, rushing home from the play ground she was all in tears, shedding her little pearls with her ardent and poignant monologues wavering, faltering and stammering.
I gave her a glass of water and she was all looking at the other end where the opponent was standing.
These little girls had a fight, well you may call it an argument, might be small bickering and it ended up in a scene which had caused a lot of agony and pain to these elfin hearts. Both rushed to clarify their opinions or may be their point of view.
I was all ears, well I was adjourned, my words had been halted, and I was still finding it tough to deliver my speech as sometimes their little hands, sometimes their tiny head nodding to express their whole body language and occasionally those tears glands bursting loud to voice a new expression. Every time those words wanted to come out was ceased amidst the chaos.
The incident was not a big one to delve deep into the complexities. Finding fault was just so absurd among these sweet little girls and I could not find any rather I was afraid that my inner chuckle or that hilarious expression would crack up in between which I was desperately trying to mask.
But their “I” and “ego” was just having a baffled expedition but unfortunately every time victorious, boastful and triumphant.
Veiling my own thought I tried to audit my own ego and found that these two little buds had already been sprinkled with that “I” factor.
I asked infinite times to ask for forgiveness but lazily, reluctantly, hesitantly they ultimately after a lot of petition uttered the word “sorry”. For the first time I realized “Sorry” was a tough word for them too.
This was just another trivial episode but my mind was hovering around the fact that we as human beings develop our ego right from the time we gather sense, the “My” word, the “I” word starts thrusting all other emotions and eventually takes a mammoth shape once we grow up.
And the strife, the conflict, the discord disturbs us in different stages and we are unable to comprehend the real cause.
So, right from the very early stage, lets start teaching our kids some humility, demureness and modesty of not becoming a victim but having the courage to say “Sorry”
To accept if one is at fault with the guidance of elders and to immediately whisk away anger and false ego.
To recognize these tendencies and curb it with good moral values
The best way possible is to learn to accept fault and ask for forgiveness.
Saying “Sorry” is a stress buster and taking the first plunge is a great act of courage and valour.
Let’s teach our children the “S” word “Sorry.”
Ronita-Maitra Bhandari is a free-lance creative writer who writes for various sites and blogs. She has also done a certified course in “Positive Parenting” from U.K. She is a mom to a 7-year-old and loves nurturing her greatest resource, her daughter. Apart from writing she is a nature lover and gets energised wandering around green patches. She believes family is a treasure chest and children are those precious jewels in the chest who sparkle to illuminate lives. What else would one desire to live a rich life?