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Spending quality time with your family ! We did today with mine and it was most rewarding. Sometimes we forget that how the little ones that we first saw in a crib soon after they were born have now flourished into a full grown adult, ready to take on the challenges of the world, ready to give opinion and ready to fight on your side !
We have always enjoyed these warm and affectionate moments. They give a sense of strength and togetherness. Of being in the company of one that are your familial relations, one that shall stand by you, give suggestion but diligently obey and protect you.
We are surprised at times how we as the elders never forget the fact that they have now grown and are capable of doing things on their own. For a Father it is always the matter of providing for all. We forget, or at best are always conscious of the fact, that we must protect the interest of the family first. That we are all a part of a relay team and that passing the baton to the other is mandatory. Pass it on with the speed with which you wish the next member to take off, with a firm grip before it is taken over, and then see the team runner off safely, on to the next leg of the race. If you have led till the baton is passed, you provide a sizable gap or advantage for the next and wish that he either improve on the lead or at least maintain it till it reaches the next member. If for some reason you have not been able to provide the lead in the distance of your lap then you wish that the next, covers that lag and comes out in front, and then to the next and the next.
Generations of family fraternity have wished for this simple practice ever. To be the first to lead in the relay, pass it on to the next and finally to see them emerge victorious in the end. Nothing could be more satisfying than this.
It is important then that members of the relay understand the strategy much before the race begins, to plot and plan a course of action that shall bring them up to the finishing line first. That is the race, the competition, the eventual deliverance of fraternity, of life.
As a member of the family fraternity I would wish to sit and talk and understand the strategy for life, for the way forward, for accomplishment and for result. It is the norm. And so when we sit with each other and spend time, they are the most glorious moments. They are my friend first, and a relative later. This we had decided even when they had not seen the daylight of life.
We talk of everything under the sun. Our choice of a sports team and its performance, choice of what we wear, choice of music, choice of film, choice of car, choice to drive it …
And on …
The pleasure of company. The joy of exchange. The hand of assurance. The feel of security.
That to us is what such relationship spells. We know no other, and shall God willing, know no other. We held their hand when they took those very first steps on their own. They we will hold each other's hands, as I shall take my last. The baton would have passed on to him safely and hopefully with the lead he may desire. It will now be upto them to run the rest of the lap in advantage.
May every family fraternity experience the strength of this bond. May they hold up till the last inch of the track to be able to pass on what they have advantaged and may their progeny firmly grip this symbolic rod and run with it to its completion at the tape.
And may the proud Creator sit comfortably as a concerned audience in the vast stadium, relishing and applauding the victories that enact themselves before the Creator's enthusiastic eyes. The Creator's strength lie in prayer and wish, in the perseverance of upbringing, in the sacrifices, in her continued unrelenting faith and confidence. The contribution is no less binding. For the Creator has had the most difficult task of keeping it all together in that warm and cozy nest built for them all.
All hail the Mother then ! All praise the Father ! And may we as their descendants ever remain in praise, not just in their eyes, but in the eyes of the universe that we occupy.
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