MY daughter is just learning to read. These days she is reading full sentences and even tries her hand at short stories. She is doing well. Yesterday , she managed a whole page of her favourite fairy tale. I was so proud I could have shouted from rooftops. I am waiting for the day when I don't have to read her good night stories anymore. She is independent in most of her activities and in the next year or so should be able to take charge of herself.
I have myself not been far behind--in the learning process. In one of my earlier blogs , I had mentioned my weakness in the baking area. I have finally got over the fear. I have been consistently turning out really good muffins and brownies. I swear I am not lying. Just ask the family. The proof of the pudding lies in the eating , well my hubby and daughter have definitely been gobbling them up. A dozen muffins disappear in a couple of days.
This process of learning never ends. We might not be aware, but with every passing moment, we learn something. We have learnt the likes and dislikes of our partners, our other families members and try our best to accommodate them. This is learning, isn't it? Even today, after 12 years of marriage, I learn new things about my partner. It's so strange, I thought I had finished with the learning process.
Every time I have moved, to a new city or country, I have without realising learnt and increased my knowledge. Like they say, 'Experience is the best teacher'. Life has taught me many lessons-- some good, some tough ,some funny and some sad. I have taken them in my stride. CHIN UP.
It's not been easy. That's for sure. With age you 'learn' to be patient. You inevitably ' learn' that there is a time for every thing. You ' learn' not to go against nature. You ' learn' to keep your cool. Being a mother to an impressionable five year old, as I 'learn' --I also teach. So it's imperative that I 'learn' the right things!!
In fact, from the time you come into the world you start learning. A child learns to use its senses. I remember my daughter trying to walk. She was all of eleven months and trying desperately to gather her balance and step ahead. All I did was to help her a couple of times , but when she walked , she did so on her own. She got up and walked over to me like it was the most natural thing to do. She had ' learnt ' to walk.
As always, I continue to support and nurture my daughter but she will finally 'learn' on her own. I am the book that has the knowledge and am willing to part with it, but the 'learning' she has to do herself.