My sons call me WAWA, not BABA or PAPA, but WAWA.
“WAWA, I’m a warrior”, said my 5 year old son while showing his biceps with no muscles in his small hands.
“No sweetheart, you are too young to be a warrior”, came out, my all knowing ADULT reply, full of knowledge, experience and maturity.
“Why not?”, asked my son, innocently.
“Well, you are small, and to be a warrior, you have to do something brave”, I replied in a deep voice, full of authority and maturity.
“You said there is a germ, and we cannot go out, we should not fall sick. I’m at home, I’m not getting sick. I’m not even asking to go out. Mamma says, if we defeat the germs then we are warriors. Wawa, AM I NOT A WARRIOR?”, he asked innocently.
Kids, I tell you. Innocent and sweet but full of wisdom. At times, the amount of wisdom that they show is more than our adult logic.
We adults always think from a logical point of view. What. Why. Where. How. Who. As kids, our thoughts were also clear and innocent. We also had sweetness.
What happened? Where did it go ?
(Again, trying to find some logic in this )
Can we for once think freely and remind ourselves that WE ARE ALL WARRIORS.
YES, WE ARE ALL WARRIORS FIGHTING OUR OWN BATTLES. WE ARE ALL WARRIORS IN OUR OWN SPECIAL WAY.
-( Ali Ahmad )