Teaching a child, the father of man (and woman)


They say love thy neighbour. But what if thy neighbour doesn’t reciprocate?

To which they say, do your deeds without any expectations. Then, why do it at all?

To which they say, do it for ‘your’self, and not to prove a point to the world. Well, in that case, I’d perform my deeds, sure. But then loving ones neighbour doesn’t figure in my list. What then?

And anyway, if I am not to have any expectations, then how do I create a standard for myself. If I must feel ‘satisfied’ with what I have, then does that mean, I need not aim for the stars, assuming realistically that I am not already amongst the stars?

They say, do not do unto others as you would that they should do unto you. But then where were the ‘others’ when this was being taught in the moral science class?

One lie leads to a thousand lies, they say. But that hasn’t stopped a lot of us from lying. The lies get justified as white lies, harmless lies and many more colour and intensity based categories are made.  

 I wonder what am i to teach my offspring... the one that’s warm and sunny, juxtaposing a stretch of cold, frosty moments, followed by flashes of cool and cloudy moments, with occasional bouts of prolonged heavy rain. My twenty-month old two-footer knows that the tiny French-manicure like nail of her pudgy left hand’s little finger, is enough for her to make me stand up in attention and do a “Aye Aye Sir...” to almost all her whimsical commands. So, what am I to teach my child, who is clearly the father of the man (I married), when it comes to being assertive, impractical, fanciful, but SURE of what she wants and how she’d get it.

I need to join a pre-school for the uninformed mommys  and get a dose on the right things to be taught in the right ways to the monster in all her rightness walking (falling, getting up, dusting her bum just to fall again) this wicked vile world.