I don't know what get into me today but I've been experiencing 'maternal instinct'. In one of the 'episodes'; someone from the office mbwa anak nya tdi around lunch time because she's taking him to school afterwards. As they were climbing (is it the right adverb?) down the stairs, the mother let her son do it on his own. He was about 4-6 years old, I guess he's in private school.
Anyway, I was right behind him as he slowly tackles each step down the stair-well. One hand holding on to the railing and the other was holding out in to the air, maybe used to having his parents holding on to that hand. I was right behind the boy and his mother already reach the landing. At that moment, as he slowly plant each foot on each step, I couldn't help it from feeling 'maternal'. As I saw his other hand suspended in the air, it takes every last ounce of will-power to stop myself from holding on to that hand and assist him down the stair.
But I said to myself, he's a big boy now and his mother certainly not worry about him stumbling down. Maybe he is at the right age to learn to be independent. As I was busy with my own inner-dialogue, we (both me & the boy) reach the final step. And he jump from that final step onto the floor, as if he was celebrating his triumph in conquering the metal & stone 'mountain'. I can't help but smile. To find such pleasure in a simple act, only an innocent and care-free soul can still achieved that nowadays.
Peace & Save da World & Our own Inner child; xoxo
Anyway, I was right behind him as he slowly tackles each step down the stair-well. One hand holding on to the railing and the other was holding out in to the air, maybe used to having his parents holding on to that hand. I was right behind the boy and his mother already reach the landing. At that moment, as he slowly plant each foot on each step, I couldn't help it from feeling 'maternal'. As I saw his other hand suspended in the air, it takes every last ounce of will-power to stop myself from holding on to that hand and assist him down the stair.
But I said to myself, he's a big boy now and his mother certainly not worry about him stumbling down. Maybe he is at the right age to learn to be independent. As I was busy with my own inner-dialogue, we (both me & the boy) reach the final step. And he jump from that final step onto the floor, as if he was celebrating his triumph in conquering the metal & stone 'mountain'. I can't help but smile. To find such pleasure in a simple act, only an innocent and care-free soul can still achieved that nowadays.
Peace & Save da World & Our own Inner child; xoxo
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