My Child My Teacher

It is really true that a child is a father of a man. In his early stages (3-4 months) my son was driving me crazy and he taught me the hard way on how to be patient. After a couple of months, when his relationship with his surroundings and things around him started making sense to him and more often than not when I started understanding him and watching him closely, his mind has turned out to be a workshop. He would have tried thousand new techniques to understand a lot of things that has caught his attention. One good example was his attempt to lie on his chest. He was practicing this for a week and almost every minute that he was awake, he never gave in to boredom or tiredness. I thought may be he has to wait for one more month or so. The week after, he was able to achieve his task. He taught me to have an undeterred will and perseverance.
Then, the time came when he taught me a precious lesson which I will practice until my death. He was awake lying on bed with pillows on sides as barricades. He kicked the pillow on his right and it fell on the floor and one swift turn on to his right in an attempt to locate the absconding pillow. A banging noise followed by a loud scream. I was in the kitchen cooking and my wife was working on the washing machine. We picked him up and checked for any bruises on his head. Luckily he escaped unhurt.Tears were falling from his eyes. I put him on the bed again and gave a toy. Before his tears were dry, he started roaring into laughter. It was as if he was telling me " Dad, there is no worry in this world worth holding for too long". It took me 30 Years to learn this.