Dear Piya,
Letting go off your hand, from my metaphorical, as well as literal, parental grip, has been easier said than done.
No, this has nothing to do with my unmanageable attachment to you (which exists, alright);
This is because I am afraid you will hurt yourself if I let go.
You keep jumping up and down everywhere, like a monkey! (Maybe that's where the idea of evolution began from - somebody watched a toddler, that's it!)
Having been given the front row seat to witness how a baby-like-seed germinates into a child-like-plant, I have learnt some things about human anatomy.
One such important learning is the discovery of an invisible spring - This is most likely located in the backbone of a toddler, and becomes vestigial as they grow up.
It is because of this spring that you keep jumping on any surface your feet land upon!
Be it a bed, be it our back - you started hopping on & off surfaces like they were trampolines.
This has cost us our bed's even surface, our couch's cushion, our lawn's green grass and our back's medical insurance.
It all started when we took you to a play area that had - fall-proof mattresses, dive-in-ball-pool & even small trampolines.
You realised that you can let your knees bend and throw your body in any direction by springing up and beyond a surface.
Just like that, the world became your acrobatic arena.
But not every place is fall-proof, which is why you have hurt yourself multiple times through haphazard jumps.
But has that stopped you from leaping off the next place?
Goodness, no!
And that's exactly why I like holding onto your hand; to be there to save your fall.
I don't know if that is right, though. I mean, one should learn from their own falls, right?
What I couldn't, you did.
As I refused to let you go, you pulled me along with you, inside a trampoline one day.
I hesitated at first.
But as the stretch of elastic under my feet vibrated, it activated the vestigial spring in my backbone.
We jumped up and down, howling like the monkeys we have evolved from!
Thank you, for sharing your streak of resilience & adventure with me.
And don't be surprised if you find me jumping some where, every now & then.
Love,
Maa.
Letting go off your hand, from my metaphorical, as well as literal, parental grip, has been easier said than done.
No, this has nothing to do with my unmanageable attachment to you (which exists, alright);
This is because I am afraid you will hurt yourself if I let go.
You keep jumping up and down everywhere, like a monkey! (Maybe that's where the idea of evolution began from - somebody watched a toddler, that's it!)
Having been given the front row seat to witness how a baby-like-seed germinates into a child-like-plant, I have learnt some things about human anatomy.
One such important learning is the discovery of an invisible spring - This is most likely located in the backbone of a toddler, and becomes vestigial as they grow up.
It is because of this spring that you keep jumping on any surface your feet land upon!
Be it a bed, be it our back - you started hopping on & off surfaces like they were trampolines.
This has cost us our bed's even surface, our couch's cushion, our lawn's green grass and our back's medical insurance.
It all started when we took you to a play area that had - fall-proof mattresses, dive-in-ball-pool & even small trampolines.
You realised that you can let your knees bend and throw your body in any direction by springing up and beyond a surface.
Just like that, the world became your acrobatic arena.
But not every place is fall-proof, which is why you have hurt yourself multiple times through haphazard jumps.
But has that stopped you from leaping off the next place?
Goodness, no!
And that's exactly why I like holding onto your hand; to be there to save your fall.
I don't know if that is right, though. I mean, one should learn from their own falls, right?
What I couldn't, you did.
As I refused to let you go, you pulled me along with you, inside a trampoline one day.
I hesitated at first.
But as the stretch of elastic under my feet vibrated, it activated the vestigial spring in my backbone.
We jumped up and down, howling like the monkeys we have evolved from!
Thank you, for sharing your streak of resilience & adventure with me.
And don't be surprised if you find me jumping some where, every now & then.
Love,
Maa.
