When I look back and think about my childhood, there are so many beautiful memories. The ones that seemed quite harsh back then seem to have blunted with the passage of time. I guess growing up and becoming a parent gives you rare perspective. What seemed unreasonable and harsh behavior by your parents or siblings now seems to make sense as you have your own kids.
I have written both about my father and mother on my blog several times. Each of them has left an indelible mark on my life making me the person that I am today. They showed me love and compassion in a family. They showed me how to stay afloat when nothing seems to go right for you. They also showed me never to shy away from living your dreams. You can never thank your parents enough, can you now? But, you can always hope to pass on the love, compassion and values that they inculcated in you.
I would also love to mention my elder sister. It is often unusual to have a sibling who is more like a parent figure in your life. I remember her being this absolutely compassionate, considerate soul even in the childhood. She would save me and my younger brother from the ire of parents never ratting out our mischief to them. Even at a young age, she had taken on many of my responsibilities like helping me with homework or ironing my school uniform. She was the person I went to for projects or help with assignments. She also wholeheartedly supported me and offered me guidance both academically and otherwise in life. We were really thick throughout childhood. She was almost 6 years older to me. We shared similar views and wavelengths. We were more like friends. She always encouraged me to travel, go for camps and to study what I wanted. She even stood by me in support with my choice of life partner.
She enabled me to think independently and take my own decisions. Her gentle advice which is very similar to my father’s is never overbearing or absolute. She gives her inputs and then trusts the adult in me to take the right call. When I was doing my MBA in Mumbai and living in a PG accommodation, she used to give me money to spend as I liked. She knew that a college student would often like to indulge. She never asked how I spent that money. Her implicit trust made me responsible. I was always independent but the love and support of loved ones made me use my independence wisely and responsibly.
Today, so many years later, it is she I approach with just about any problem, issue or gossip. 🙂 I know she always has my best interest in her heart. I know she is always watching my back. That is such a comforting thought. Again, I won’t thank her because that is who she is – generous and giving. I would just love to pass on the love and compassion to continue this cycle of loving and cherishing.
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