Not My Circus, Not My Monkeys
Not My Circus Not My Monkeys
#Parenting was a community responsibility way back when I grew up. #Mother was of course the battalion leader but not too far behind were uncles and aunts. The grand parents, both maternal and paternal. #Father was a distant third in the scheme of things, expect when it came to school fees!
Come 2020 and this is the new #Nuclear family generation. Relatives are scattered around. Village borders have merged with cities. People lives are busier than ever. A dream, everyone seem to be chasing that is elusive. We pause but not to reflect but to pivot. Life itself is a constant stream of News, Netflix and Networks. Childhood has given space to IPL and Instagram. Where are those who helped raised the children?
Truly to each their own. Perhaps even siblings hardly get to talk to one another. No wonder, when it comes to other kids, we often are compelled to say, not my circus, not my monkeys. We are constantly juggling, jobs, relationships, courses, live feeds. Where is time to reflect? “Sharpen the Saw”, are your joking Mr. Stephen Covey!
In this media and management circus, let us #REFLECT. Let us PAUSE. Let our kids know us. Papa, where are you? Let not the #ANIMAL in us, sulk and roar, like the protagonist in the movie. He might win the #Filmfare Award for the best actor but never for the best son. Let’s not lose our children to the constant shows of life. We have often seen the TIGER jump in the RING of FIRE and the motorbike zoom in the SPHERE of DEATH. That’s not out of LOVE, that because of FEAR.
Life is too precious to let FEAR motivate us to do so. Let’s reclaim our children’s childhood.
“Let them explore with us. Let them learn with us. Let them meet their relatives with us. Let them be and let us be!”