#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
Given a choice, I think all of us would want to go back, relive our childhood, repeat everything we loved doing, do what we missed out, enjoy every moment.
The best part of any body’s life is their childhood. It is a universally accepted fact.
Ah!! The thought itself is so wonderful.
Since the morning of November 14, my Whatsapp was buzzing with messages wishing Happy Children’s Day. Most of them say that we should always keep the child in us alive.
While I agree that it is beautiful and wonderful to be a child always, I think it would be wonderful if all of us can keep the innocence of a child alive in us, if we could keep the exuberance of a child alive in us, if we could keep the optimism of a child alive in us.
It would be wonderful if we could forget and forgive like a child.
Yes, it would be wonderful if we could keep the child in us alive, but it would be even more better if we let the children enjoy their childhood now.
It would be nice if the schools would do the teaching at school and don’t burden them with loads of homework.
It would be nice if we as parents don’t burden them with as many classes as we can fit in.
It would be nice if we could leave them to learn at their own pace instead of making them walking encyclopedias.
It would be nice if they learnt about birds and bees at the right time instead of learning it from us too early because of our insecurities and fear that they may be abused.
It would be wonderful if they were not reminded of our struggles as children and how they have it easy.
It would be nice if could just let them be.
On this day just pause for a while ,look around, look at the children and we will all agree that while we try to teach our children all about life, our children teach us what life is all about.
Let the kids be.
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