Showing posts with label teenagers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label teenagers. Show all posts

When the Umbilical Cord Is Severed

May 16, 2011
 I was not able to blog for all these days, due to some technical problems, but all the time, especially around the Mother's Day I was thinking of writing a post. Being a mother of two sons, the elder one being a  teenager, I have something to share.

No mother can forget the day her baby is born, as she lies in pain in the labour room.  The baby arrives and all the pain is gone, and then the umbilical cord, which has served its purpose is severed. Clamping the cord which provided nutrition and the life support to the unborn baby marks the end of his physical dependence on his mother.  As the baby is patted on his back, he learns to take his first breath and for the only time that cry of a baby is so melodious.  That cry means life.

image courtesy - guardian.co.uk

It's not just once when this umbilical cord is severed.  It gets severed twice.  At the onset of teenage, a child has a fair idea of his individuality, rather he has already learnt to exert it.  And dear reader,  feel proud as a parent if he or she does it.  You know as a parent that you've succeed in invoking the right thoughts.  You feel good when your teenager speaks his mind and  knows what he is speaking.  You know then, that you have succeeded as a parent, in this respect.

Although that pride is a subtle feeling.  More prominent is  a feeling that your child doesn't really need you at each step of his life.  (You look back and see how you always covered the sharp edges of the table with your palm, when you little one was learning to walk, fearing he would hurt himself).    And this time, a parent, who was eternally lost in the cute, cuddly ways of apple of his/her eye, learns to stand aside and watch another human being, a separate personality taking charge of his life, while the parent only feels like a side actor.

Suddenly, you know you have to step back.  You have to tell only when asked.  Children don't like sermons! (Did I ever like it? nah!!) In many fields your child knows more than you do. 

Teenage brings about that big change which again feels like the umbilical cord of the mind is getting detached.  Howsoever, the child is attached to his parent, howsoever strong the emotional bond is, this feeling of separate identities stared straight into your eyes.
It's the beginning of a new phase of the relationship between a mother and a child. Somewhere it hurts when your child shouts back at you but later regrets that too. Somewhere you have to accept that you don't belong to his buddies.  Somewhere you know that it's this delicate stage of his life which is making him behave in a way never known to you or himself.

You know that it's time to be even more patient, even more understanding with your child, as you are not just dealing with your off spring, you are dealing with the next generation of the times you are living in. It's you, the parent, who has to understand the changing perspectives of urban life.

Many a relationships between parents and children get disturbed forever at this juncture of life.  As parents take the rude and insensitive behaviour of their children as a personal insult and often their ego gets hurt.  They find it hard to forgive the child or on the other hand, may begin to ignore all the wrongdoings of their child out of weakness.

It's a challenging time for teenagers troubled by hormones and parents by the freshly severed umbilical cord.
take care


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A Lesson From My Teenager Son

April 5, 2011
My 14+ years old son tells me " Ma, aap bahut bholi ho, kuch nahi samajhti".

This has completely shocked me!!  I was sitting on the sofa reading a volunteer form for parents provided by his school,  next to his almirah, where he was keeping his books. His words completely jolted me, and not to mention, I had my eyes popping out in surprise and my jaw dropped for a good few seconds, when I heard that!

Hey, wait a second boy! suddenly my causal, comfortable capri  and top is feeling like a pale coloured, worn out, crinkled, dull cotton saree, worn over an ill fitting blouse of same shade..... and suddenly I'm feeling very old..... old and rusted from mind....

Seriously, for a moment I'm reminded of the good old (well, literally) Nirupama Roy of old Hindi movies... the poor mother... the idol of sacrifice, the affectionate but weak mother, who always stayed at home and really didn't know much about the bad bad world outside, always standing by her family.... the good old Nirupama Roy.... me?! And the young and tall son tells her " Ma, tum kitni bholi ho, tum kuch nahi jaanti"

And hey.... I've heard these words before.... I think I used to tell my mom the same thing (err... may be I used to think of telling this to her some day!!)....I was pretty sure I don't want my children to tell me that I DO NOT know the world around. But I'm quite sadly surprised that I have to hear this.... despite everything. (!!!)

And now hear, why I had to hear this.  My son has got a form from his school, in which parents can volunteer to help the school/students in any way, in terms of a motivational talk or counselling or anything (at least this is what i could make out of that brief form).  Since, I impart training in soft skills (along with my main work profile) I thought I could contribute in a way so as to have an interactive session with my son's classmates of Class X.

But, I was not surprised that he discouraged me to volunteer. Rather I was taken aback my son's comment, followed by this great revelation - "Mom, only behenjis will be suitable for that.... remember I'm in Xth class.... I have grown up, big boys as my class mates........(a suggestive smile)..... they can say just anything.... so please don't volunteer".

I closed my mouth... collecting my dropped jaw.... and said - "Son, they are 15 year old kids and I'm your mom, and for God's sake I'll be dressed up in a Saree when I go to your school.... what's the matter?.... you mean the boys will.........( looked at him in a confused way)

Thud came the reply - "aap kuch nahi samajhti..... Mom, please don't, and please listen to me this one time"


I'm yet to come with terms with this one!  Times have really changed.... and I'm feeling way behind the times!!!!!

Of course, the next generation has to be way more smart than the previous one, but as a person, I'm, perplexed to experience this change.

Have you ever felt like this as a parent? 



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