A big thank you for stopping by. I would like to share something that’s been bothering me for quite a long time. Baby D is going to be an year old next month and Dr.H and I have been giving him the best of everything we could offer – best clothes, branded toys, invaluable time and irreplaceable love. However, for the past few days, a question has been repeatedly haunting me during my micronap time – Am I raising the baby right?
I read to him as often as he likes, I feed him the right quantity of food in appropriate intervals, I pamper him so that he realizes my love for him and as a family, we go out on weekends to ensure baby D gets enough outdoor experience. I keep answering myself these lines whenever the question resurfaces. And it was yesterday I understood what I have missed to ingrain in my child.
Nurture the Nature
There isn’t much left, we have ruined enough. The tamarind trees that naturally sheltered us from the scorching sun is no more, thanks to the day when we bought two cars – one for my dad, one for Dr.H and I. Cars cost a fortune and they deserve a shed, so the useless tamarind trees planted by my forefathers were uprooted. I blamed my dad for being the sole cause of deforestation around our house when I couldn’t show my son an actual tamarind. It’s painful, my son can look at a tamarind only in his picture book or occasionally in the plastic wrapped packets in supermarket. We don’t buy tamarind these days, because our fashion-diet doesn’t require it.
My father didn’t cut the trees even when he remodeled the house; he simply didn’t want to get rid of the old thing. Just when I asked for a car and a breathable car-shed, he had to chop ’em off. And yes, I blame him for everything.
Little did I realize how much years and efforts it’d take to grow a similar tree again. It never happens. It never will.
Whenever I read about deforestation and global warming, I always cursed the people for making the world a dangerous place. Never did I think about my contribution to this shameful act. I blame these real-estate guys often, for ruthlessly piling up tons and tons of sand over serene lakes, leaving only a stagnant streamline of water to float amidst sky-high concrete flats and call them “lake view” apartments. I didn’t feel part of the deforestation troop when I invested a crore to buy another house, an east-facing flat with a beautiful lake view. By lake, I mean the stream that is stagnant amidst the concrete jungle.
Is this the right way of living? What will my son infer from the way I live? Of course, like every great mommy, I’ll also read to my kid about nurturing the nature. But is that enough?
Will I revert my decision to buy cars, demolish the car-shed and plant a sapling on the same place? As much as I regret being a part of deforestation, I wish to. But the time and efforts needed to wash my guilt away and do the aforementioned action is immense. I don’t think it’s doable at all from a busy mom’s perspective.
Enough of the damage I have caused to this world. To retaliate, I’ve decided to teach baby D the goodness of nurturing the nature, one step at a time. Now that he is a baby, I am going to let him watch me water our vegetable garden daily. (This tiny garden is our only earthly portion that’s still unconsumed by the concrete monster.) Once he walks on his own, I’ll introduce him to intense green initiatives.
What is done cannot be undone. This is, to my knowledge, the only way I can cope up with the loss of our tamarind trees. Algebra sessions can wait….!