My kid My teacher

It was Sunday morning and I was gazing out through the window and let my vision stretch the distance until things faded away.With a lightening speed my thoughts travelled back home

There was this loud conversation. My son wanted to go out to play and my wife rejected his plea. I could see the reason in her harsh tone. She wanted him to avoid the scorching heat of Chennai.

Felt dejected he went on rampage throwing his toys and went inside his room.I was keenly watching his action and followed him to his room.He played computer games and later got busy with TV.A few hours later he came running to his mother asking for food as he was hungry.I was startled at his innonenct behaviour.There was no trace of envious feeling for the morning incident.

I wondered and smiled to myself.We do advice and try to teach lot of lesson to our kids, but ultimately they turn out to be our best teachers teaching us the simple management lesson on how to live life happily without any spiteful thought for any person or incident allowing stress free and healthy living.

-Jayaraman