On sharing moments of life with one’s own young, quality time spent together, translated…
Modern day people have less children, and the parents cherished their young even more so, other than giving them the best of clothes, the parents are more willing to, toss down a lot of money, to send their kids to talent courses, and the parents became flying saucers on the streets, going from the offices, to the schools, and the afterschool care programs, and, as we’d found the time, to take a breath for ourselves, standing outside our kids’ classes, watching them learn, and all of our hardships, vanished instantly.
let’s do yoga together…
Numerous parents had, sacrificed their own hours of sleep, simply to be there for the kids, to accompanying them as they age, worked hard, to fulfill every wish, every desire of their offspring, and forgot about that they once had, their own dreams too. I was once, this sort of a traditionalist city parents myself, until one day, I’d listened to myself close, and found that deep-rooted desire, to pick up a talent myself, at the same time, I’d wanted to, become a role model, letting my kids see their mother putting everything into what she loved doing, so I can maybe, influence my own young, to carry the same attitude when they do something that they enjoyed and loved too.
Growing up, we weren’t rich, the only talent I’d taken up was calligraphy, I’d still recalled the moments of my calligraphy lesson in school, and so, I’d found a small private academy that teaches calligraphy, there were adults and children alike, in attendance, what’s better was, this private academy allowed the children to accompany their parents in learning, and so, my son and I started our lessons in calligraphy together.
In the class, my son acted as my little helper, never written calligraphy before, everything was so fresh and interesting to him, as he was grinding down the ink stick, he’d asked me from time to time, “Is this dark enough?” “Do you want me to grind more for you?”, and he’d also, moved the paperweight for me at the right time, and stacked more papers by my writing table, after I’d finished my calligraphy, he’d also, clean off my writing brush, and pick up the other materials I’d used in class; and if he’d gotten tired, then, he would go and play with the other children around his age, whose parents are also, working on calligraphy too.
involving the child in what you enjoy doing…
A class session usually takes four, to five hours, for my son who’s quite young, it surely, wasn’t at all, easy, but, he was, very enthusiastic about it, and, wrote calligraphy alongside me, painted with the Chinese calligraphy brush. Seeing how focused my son became, I feel, very happy, how lucky am I, to be, accompanied by my young son, to work alongside me, in the wonders of Chinese calligraphy.
And, no matter how tired I am from work every single day, so long as I think about how I’m able to, have my son accompanying as I learned calligraphy, all of the fatigues I’d felt, gone in an instant. Says who mothers need to sacrifice themselves, and keep their close eyes and attentions on their young? When moms found the joys in learning, it can change the atmospheres in the homes, and, initiate the learning responses of their own young too. And, I’m truly grateful for my son, for willing to accompany me, to continue this dream I’d had since I was a child myself!
So, this, is mother-son moments, the mother wanted to pick something up, and, took her young son with her to the classes, and, introduced to the young child, this form of artistry, and, they’d not only gotten to spend a morning on the weekends together, they were also able to, interact, share the moments too.
Life, the Obstacle Course 