November 4th, When you wish upon a Star
Listening to my daughter narrate stories- why is this such a gratifying and being in wonder and an immensely being-in-awe moment for me? All the time, Always…She did not speak till she was 5 years and a few more, I never knew if she would.. And now, I can't get her to stop..As I write this I become aware of how often , how rudely, how without a second thought I've done the classic- “Shhhhh” let me focus. Or “it would be lovely for us to be in Silence now” or the frustrated , tired me catching myself saying “Shut up” This just makes me more aware of my sense of gratitude to her and everything she's teaching me in every moment.. Thank you My darling for being you and non- stop chattering, speaking, singing, talking, telling stories YOU.I love this YOU unconditionally…
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Saurabh Hirani
23 days ago
Being there in these moments mindfully enough to recollect and write them says it all. Keep it up!
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