Biologically, I only have a daughter but in reality I have 5 and more. I consider myself not only a parent to the little girl who came from my womb but also to the little kids who bring me love. They lift my vulnerable spirit from grown-up woes. These kids drain my energy but always fills my soul with love, enthusiasm and joy.
They make the funniest commentaries and the silliest arguments. They ask the simplest questions of life’s existence and they help achieve the answers that are somehow obvious and sometimes non-existent. I cannot protect them forever and for always, I can only try. My hopes and dreams is that they become someone they dream of and more.
Since we moved to my sister’s place, we’ve made quite a few fun memorable moments including baking and bedtime stories. My nieces and nephew would always request for stories to be told in funny sounds and interactive mode. I oblige as often as I can because this few minutes lets me relive the childhood that is always magical, wonderful and beautiful.
Last night, we indulged to the story of The 3 Little Pigs. As I read through the pages, I realized how these stories are made of so many faulty events. I think this is why most grow-ups dismiss these stories. As we grow, we look for sense and logic in everything. So I say, it’s not bad to be children every now and then, where everything seems to be possible.
I also heard my daughter, Blyf, react to the story by babbling and making so much noise as we go along. I think she’s trying to keep up since my nieces and nephew were asking questions and clarifications of what a “churn, furious, and roundabout” means.
My husband and daughter found a snail, a live one, outside the house this morning. He called my nieces and nephew so they can watch the snail crawl gracefully. When the snail realized he’s being watched (technically correct because most snails are hermaphrodites), he succumb to his shell and refused to move. The kids (now with the neighbor’s kids) guarded and waited for the snail to come out of the shell. My almost 8 years old niece got so fascinated that she thought of skipping school, on a Friday. When her dad called for them, and that her leaving was clearly becoming inevitable; she turned to my husband and said, “When the snail finally comes out of his shell, please report to me”. My husband was out of choice and said yes, though he hasn’t had a slightest idea on how to report.
My husband told me about the incident and asked, “how do snails make babies?”, which is a very good question. Never in life have I quite thought of that. My best friend Google to the rescue did have the answer, and I found some amazing facts about Snails on this forum, “How do snails have babies?’.
1. They are mostly hermaphrodites.
2. They flirt for 12 hours.
3. Most lay eggs.
4. When they mate, both end up conceiving. That’s instant 2 babies.
5. They eat the egg they hatched from for calcium. Some eat their own unhatched brothers/sisters.
The world is rather big and fascinating for all of us. We even barely know it. I remembered today one of the reasons why I love being around kids. Kids talk about life forms, animals, plants, the planet and they ask questions that would force a grown-up to go back to childhood days. Kids talk about life, come to think of it, they literally do. And grown ups say they are bored and life’s complicated. 🙂
I walked 2 km, to and fro. It was late afternoon and the time for children to go home from school. I came by groups of girls, boys, mixed and a few who were alone walking. They had no shoes and no chauffeur. Their parents might be at home preparing dinner or are still looking for dinner somewhere. I remembered our childhood and how we used to be just like them.
Maybe this is why I am drawn to children. My advocacy is always for the children. Their innocence cannot be argued and they are the cruel world’s hope for change. I pray they grow up to be who they want to be.