10/14/2022
My 20months old kid got pink eye; My husband was called from daycare asking us to pick her up asap , while both of us are working.
I was worried about my kid but in the same time, I felt : I had to drop everything at work - left my work unfinished made me feel unaccomplished. My work is undone.
I took my daughter outside thought the sunlight and outdoor vibe would uplift her mood while she through herself on the ground; screaming out of her lung, kicking and tossing in the public- yes, people walking by, saw it. People in the car , saw it. I could literally feel all rays of eyes shooting through me - I felt naked! I felt shamed and I was .
My feelings, were taunting. Frustration turned into sense of failure, turned into helplessness, turning into hopeless.
That very moment, I questioned myself if i am even a material. At that very moment, I just want to disappear.
Then, I saw this magic scene - my husband Parth who also dropped everything to get our daughter squatted down. He kept a little distance from my out-of- control kid and just be there looking at her without saying anything.
He was there, tried to be at my daughter’s height and just looking at her kindly - I can feel his love transporting to Shyla(my kid’s name) through this quiet gaze.
Shyla stopped crying.
I, standing in the back, tensing all muscles, was trying to figure out what had happened:
When I left my work: my mind is still at work. I was frustrated because my mind was still attached to work. I didn’t notice that but Shyla did (sometimes, I am very amazed on how sensitive kids can be, even without proper language skills). Parth, on the other hand, he has always been present. He has always been there for her, for our daughter.
I learnt a good lesson today. A lesson that is beyond parenting skills.
Thank you Parth 💗🙏
