All these years, when I was, probably, only made to focus on my well-being, studies, career and character building, I never took out a moment and reflect back on what all you have been doing for me, silently, patiently and consistently. I was never made to even get a hint at how difficult I might have been as a child. I don’t even know how much I must have troubled you both, no matter what time of the day it was. I don’t recall as to what range of my tantrums I must have thrown.

You dealt with me at my worst, every time, on spot. You bore with me every time I came home as a failure.

I never knew, parenting isn’t just about all those sleepless nights caressing us, or about getting things for us, or serving us food as and when required. As an adult, parenting is what I have come to become of today. It’s what has been ingrained in my soul and the skin. The layers of my persona reflect those beatings, yellings and thrashes, only to refine me into my proudest self. Although I might be an iota of your reflection, nevertheless, I cannot be more luckier to have you always by my side, when every time my world came crashing down, when I knew you would be there for me – no matter what, when I understood what qualities I have running in my veins and what principles define my outlook and hence, my personality.

P S – This post has been inspired by Eunoia Prompts’ Prompt on 01 June 2020 – ‘Sleepless Nights’ with the theme being ‘Global Day Of Parent’!

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