2008 has already entered my life a month ago and it’s a shame that I could not spare time to give it a warm and hearty welcome. However, I hope my sins absolve when I mention the clichéd – I was MIA since I was on vacation.
It has been the most amazing three weeks and how! I literally flew across continents to meet my parents, grand moms, in-laws, innumerable uncles, aunts, cousins, and other overbearing extended family relatives. Vay-kay with family? Well, why not?
Everyday was a Sunday with a feast planned in my honour, as though I had returned victorious from a great battle. Everyone thought it their personal mission to “feed” me generously with a customary warning of “do not feel shy to ask for seconds”. I have often wondered at the irony of this statement. Why on earth would anyone feel shy when they’ve been invited for dining? To them it seemed like I came from Somalia where food is scarce, rather than coming from one of the most developed countries of the world. When my stomach acid gave up, I finally put my foot down – no more dinner invitations!
But amidst all the chaos, I selfishly admit that I thoroughly enjoyed being cosseted and pampered after a long time. Here, far away from home when I now sit back and think of my glorious three weeks, I enormously liked being a child once again. I enjoyed resting my head on my father’s lap or being nagged by my mother to do a particular chore or being reprimanded by my ever loving grandmothers.
Parents are the most important people of your life. You can choose your friends, colleagues or even life partner, but you cannot choose your parents. Your destiny makes that choice for you. My parents make me feel secure, cosy and wanted. When I am around them, I have no pretence. I can be who I want to be without the fear of being judged. My good wishes and love to those two people who make me want to return to childhood.
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