The Rich Child’s Poor Life

Today on a visit to a friend I met her three year old daughter. Unlike any other child of her age she too was lovely and adorable and was enjoying her play of performing household chores in which she was imitating her mother. Her small play and her consoling to her doll was showing the agony of her staying all alone throughout the day with maid and missing the much needed company of her parents. Her wait comes to end when the parents come back but the loneliness had no end as they are so tired even to talk to her. They just pass by ignoring joy in her heart and twinkle in her eyes while she waits for her share of love and kind words. The little angel keeps standing still and blank in the same position looking blank, amused and hurt. When the pain become too much to bear she breaks into her routine to throw tantrums, making weird noises, sobbing and in the end crying. Now the parents come up to end this trauma, not by giving her share of love but by buying expensive certain toy or gadgets which is just in thing. I was feeling very sorry for the little girl who was day by day becoming very lonely and insecure, losing on her confidence and faith on love and understanding of a relationship. This incidence also reminded me of my mom who was always there for us. She listened patiently to all the gossips of school and college while serving us steaming hot freshly cooked food. Her presence and support imbibed so much of confidence and security in us that today we can face life and relationship in a better, unbiased and confident manner. I remember a particular incident when someone asked my mom what she does to which a quick reply came from my Dad “she’s housewife, cause she doesn’t need to work” Sorry Dad I’ll have to make a little correction to it as “my mom is a HOMEMAKER and its her efforts that her HOME and we are MADE in the most cared manner by giving us the most premium years of her life. I just wish every child is so fortunate to spend their childhood in the company of their parents.