"Your Son's & Your Daughter's Are Beyond Your Command"....& Rightfully So.

When other kids were attending Rabindrasangeet classes and learning the Bangla script, I played hockey.

When other young girls were learning basic cooking, I spent all my time reading and devouring music.

My parents expressed anger, frustration, remorse, disappointment. My mother said, I would only learn the hard way. When I had a kid that would treat me so.

But I learnt. Hard way, yes. Moving half way across the globe to realise one's roots is difficult indeed. When there is an unquenchable thirst for learning and no resources it is frustrating indeed. But I still learnt.

And now when my mom marvels at how I have learnt to run a house and my father can barely contain his pride when he tells me that when he sees me this December after 3 years he would only recognize me physically but barely mentally, when they both get teary watching my metamorphosis, the past is all washed away.

All my resentment, all their disappointment washed away.

I want to remember to be patient with my child. Let him/her take his time to find himself. Because when he/she finally does, it will be the most enriching thing for him/her as a person and the most rewarding thing for me to watch.

There is a beauty in allowing people to discover themselves. Delayed gratification of a sort.

I only hope I remember this when it's time.