DO WE REALLY STOP BEING KIDS? It was at the burial of a friend’s grandma. To the best of my knowledge-his uncle (a man in his 60s) wore a cheerful demeanour as guests extended their condolences…even shrugging off certain sympathetic remarks with a WHAT CAN WE DO-GOD KNOWS BEST responses. So, it was a shock of sorts to those of us that were seated by his side when he suddenly broke down in tears…wailing MUMMY MI! MUMMY MI! A cousin’s friend (a lady in her late 30s) had a baby recently. She kept a cheerful face all the while the husband and his mother were fawning all over her. The moment she sighted her mum. The tears started flooding down her cheeks. To calm her down, her mum took her in her arms, placed her head on her bosom, caressing her hair as she cooed GOD KNOWS WHAT in her ears…my cousin argued that this one is no longer the handiwork of the EVER TO BLAME FEMALE HORMONE…some of us don’t just stop being babies-where our parents are concerned. Those whose parents are no more (and I am so sorry about this) are the ones that have managed to grow up somehow but the rest of us never really stopped being babies. There are emotions that the mere thought or sight of a parent(s) evokes in one. At such times, no ‘comfort’ is soothing enough if it has not come from mummy/daddy. And there are also some of us that no matter how old or enlightened we have become…not obeying MOST things that mummy/daddy says is still a challenge. I had a tooth extracted a few days back. It was a particularly painful one. While resting at my dentist’s office. I suddenly burst into tears. Muttering I JUST WANT TO SEE MAMA AND PAPA. You know some men do not know how to handle a CRY CRY BABY? This one quickly threw a roll of tissue paper at me and hurriedly left the office. A few minutes later, he came back to meet me wiping my tears. He then asked ‘Ehen, what did you say again’’? And my response was I AM NOT CRYING AGAIN-as I sniffed back the tears that were threatening to brim down the more. I just know that there is this emotion that the very thought or presence of a parent(s) invokes in one-especially when you find yourself in a discomforting situation. You suddenly start yearning for that COMFORT that only a parent knows how to give to his/her child. It is because of this that I keep wondering if we really stop being kids…deep down.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Oct 2013 04:35:28 +0000
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