The Buddha to my Delight

It is Krishna’s first day at Daycare center. It is pouring. He seems excited to see so many toys. He immediately grabbed an elephant and made himself comfortable as I chatted with Ms.Angie and handed over the stuff I brought in for him. She showed me to his cubby where I placed an extra pair of socks and clothes. I stuffed his blankets underneath and hung his bag there. I started getting a little nervous but did not show it out on my face. Ms.Angie was picking each kid and taking them to the wash basin to make them wash their hands and get ready to head to the dining hall for breakfast. Krishna meanwhile, got fussy over the elephant because there was this other boy who touched it with his little finger and that made Krishna feel his kingdom threatened. The teacher handed over the elephant to Krishna and took the boy to wash his hands off. Next, it was Krishna’s turn and he started crying because she lifted him off and took him to wash his hands.

Then, once he arrived, he wanted me to pick him up which I did and we all walked to the dining hall filled with colorful tiny chairs and tables occupied by the mischief making pixies having their breakfast, chatting off, noisy and hungry. I knew it is time. I held Krishna and told him that I will back in the evening to pick him up and that he should have a great time with the other kids and with so many toys. I conveyed this message in both the languages that he is familiar with to make sure he understands me. He started crying. I handed him over to his teacher and rushed to the door. It was pouring. I waited in the lounge shielded by the door, invisible to his eyes. I could still hear him crying.

I had an instinct to rush in and see him once again. But, there was this other conscience that told me that do it and you can never get him to enjoy daycare again. Then, it occurred, that every moment will pass and that I just need to wait. I waited. It was almost 5 minutes. I could still hear him crying but the tone definitely got down and I could sense the subduing. I thought I would take a little walk under the roof outside and walked out. I came back in. I could only hear a tiny weeping murmur. It is almost 8 minutes and then it totally stopped.

I am sure he would enjoy the sumptuous breakfast they are serving right then – French toast, Orange sections and milk compared to the lame oatmeal mix that I fed him this morning to make sure he doesn’t head out on an empty stomach.

I am back at office and at my desk. A tiny branch with 3 leaves of the plant behind the Buddha has turned yellow yesterday and today it seemed to dried off totally and has fallen down. I know that I have to just wait and see the cycle go.

I get anxious as it is almost getting past 2 hours and I would make a call to check on him in a few minutes. An act of anxiety and nervousness, I submit to biting my nails to find that I haven’t any left :P I lift my head up and The Buddha in his meditation posture in Padmaasana, relaxed face reminded me to just breathe through it. I did and nothing seems to bother as I know that everything will pass by now as always….
Thanks to my dearest sister for handing over the Buddha to me..She might have known that I would need this light at some point... ;)