The waking child
t's a reasonable time in the morning. The little body next to me stirs; the eyes flutter open, then close again. A little turn, and two little arms twine themselves around my neck, as the child cuddles up for a few minutes. Then the eyes, and the mouth, smile up at me. A few quiet remarks, a short prayer, and then, the child is up.
This...this...is the way children should wake up every day...not the daily ritual of "getupgetupGETUP it's getting late for school!", with the entire routine of Ayurveda medicines and tablets, school uniforms and shoes, bags and notebooks, breakfast and milk, have to be got through before the child boards that unforgiving school bus, too early in the morning. But...I am talking of Utopia.
This...this...is the way children should wake up every day...not the daily ritual of "getupgetupGETUP it's getting late for school!", with the entire routine of Ayurveda medicines and tablets, school uniforms and shoes, bags and notebooks, breakfast and milk, have to be got through before the child boards that unforgiving school bus, too early in the morning. But...I am talking of Utopia.