Orientation

I strongly believe that we need to be grateful for every little thing in life. But what practically happens, is we gladly oversee and take for granted or we think it's our right and Universe's duty towards us.

Just a few years ago, in my twenties, orientation was a corporate lingo, I was at my wits end; why and what is parents orientation for a pre-schooler.

With butterflies in my tummy and anxiety more than a three year old would have on first day of his literacy journey. We reached school well before time . The spiritual environment being created by chanting of the "havan mantras" helped settling the butterflies which were jumping in and about.

Thoughts dwindling between my school days as a student and now my future as parent, I did what I do the best in stressful situations, observing people around.

And pat came a tall lady sitting on her kneels with warmth in her kohl laden eyes, talking to a child from the child's level, I knew my child would be in a warm environment.  

And the big kohl ladden eyes would just be a tool in her kitty ( no resemblance to the slap that was shown to us in our days) to make the little munchkins learning to follow the rules and discipline. Little did I knew then walking on the black line with hands neatly tucked behind was not only a discipline tact but worked well for motor muscles.

After so many years, the same spiritual setting, chanting of the holy mantras. Reached well before time yet again to soak the spirit of the " blessings ceremony" before children are handed over the CBSE admit cards, the memories came back once again. The butterflies not wanting to stay behind.

Just a reaffirmation that all has been well so far and the Mighty Universe will take care from herewith. A grateful heart beaming with the thought a school not only nurtures children it nurtures parent as well.