I stepped inside the room and stumbled upon something.
In the darkness I somehow managed to switch on the lights and found that I had stumbled upon a pair of crocs. I suddenly remembered how Mom would have pinched me on my ears if ever she was the one who stumbled upon my pair of shoes.
Don’t miss the one-eyed croc, which Lil Love says is winking. 😀
Look sideways and you can see a rack stuffed with books, toys, CDs and everything except Mom-Dad. Next to it is something that is supposed to be a computer table, but the computer is covered under a pile of clothes and the printer now acts as a stand for books and our iron box. Back in my childhood, we only had a slab near the window to be used as our study table, stack up our books and other ‘valuable’ items. Why do I hear Mom saying, “Thank God for no study table for my kids!”?
The wardrobe door is open and a fresh pile of ironed clothes is lying on the floor and inside it clothes are stuffed randomly. I remember how we only used to get two pairs of dresses in a year and how Mom used to buy large-sized clothes. She always believed in fiver-year plans. Side-affects of being a Government employee. Even those two pairs were not supposed to be worn regularly. They had to be kept safe for our annual travel to my hometown Kerala.
As I stack up the clothes back and close the doors, I see that it is adorned with cartoon characters of all sizes and ages.
In one corner of the room is kept a laundry basket which I had provided to be used as a toy basket. Surprisingly except for the Doraemon who sits proudly on top of it there’s no overflowing of toys. I’m shocked. As a child, the only toy I had was a Boeing 747 brought by Dad’s boss as he mistook me for a boy. The other toys include a few pebbles, dried up leaves, stamps, greeting cards and Dad’s letters. I value them so much that I still have all of them in my wardrobe at Mom-Dad’s place. 🙂
And finally I find in the middle of the room two cute little beings, the occupants of the room, sleeping peacefully as they still have two more days for their school to reopen. No. No. They weren’t sleeping alone, there’s a crowd that joins them on the bed almost every night, depending on whom they have become friends with and whom they have fought with. Since Doraemon is sitting on the toy basket, I guess the fight last night was with him. Cuddling them are Winnie the Pooh, Bunny, Froggy, Goofy, Sonu, the little boy Lil Love is holding tight, Teddy, the Bear and my friend Ganesha is lying on Anu’s face.
Though like any normal human being, my mind is telling me to start yelling and throwing everything out of the madness thinking about cleaning up the room, my heart tells me that I couldn’t have woken up to a better day. This I can say for sure because I see my parents sitting alone in their neat, organised and well-managed house waiting for our kids to go and clutter. My Dad, who is a cleanliness freak, did not allow Mom to clean up the rangoli made by Anu on their floor with acrylic colors for over a month.
Let’s learn to value the unseen in the cluttered moments rather than being busy cleaning and organizing, missing the little moments and acts from our little ones. As Mom says,
“Treasure each moment of their childhood, their tantrums, their madness, even while you fight it out to discipline them. These will be all that you have to cherish, to remember and smile when these little birdies will fly away to their destinations only to come back as guests once in a while.”
I leave you all with this beautiful sign from UK. Enjoy! 🙂
This post is part of the WordPress Daily Prompts : 365 Writing Prompts program where the aim is to post at least once a day based on the prompts that they have provided. Today’s prompt is, “Clean slate: Explore the room you’re in as if you’re seeing it for the first time. Pretend you know nothing. What do you see? Who is the person who lives there?”