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There is this incredible charity here in England called Contact the Elderly UK. They bring together elderlies who live in solitude to interact with the outer world and find some moments of happiness.
One of the activities they do is to organise tea parties for such elderlies and I have been privileged enough to host two such tea parties at my home... one of which happened yesterday. I still feel numb and so overcome with emotions.
One of the elderlies I spoke with said “I remember the days when I was a young mother. I was restless and busy and so many times I recall asking my children to talk less, to give me a break, to let me work, to play on their own, to go sleep in their own room. Much as I loved being a parent I also wanted to balance out and get my own space. Now all I am left with, is that space. So much of it infact that I crave to hear sounds and loud noises. I want my children shouting from all corners again, calling out my name. Needing me.”
Her words put so much for me in perspective. When she spoke of her younger days it almost felt like it was me talking. I so many times become impatient with Aayat and insensitive towards her needs. But suddenly today it feels like I need to be more abundant in my love as a mother. I need to develop more patience. I need to allow Aayat to speak more, express more. I need to listen. For it won’t be long before she will grow up and I won’t get to hear a soft voice shouting “mummy” a thousand times over.
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