What happens when a girl who hates kids has to babysit them for the whole day?
Since there are little or no chances of any of my five- and six-year-old cousins and nieces or nephews reading this, I deem it safe to admit here that I hate being in the company of kids.
I do not like to acknowledge this, but I’m not blessed with the patience one needs to answer their many queries. Last weekend, though, I ran out of luck when my sisters-in-law decided to go on a shopping spree and leave their kids in my care.
So here I was, on a beautiful Saturday, dealing with the tantrums of three little monsters. The best thing about being a kid is that you can come up with an idea of doing anything, anytime, regardless of how strange, insane or difficult it may be for the elders to fulfill it. So out-of-the-blue, the kids made a plan to go swimming, followed by a trip to the nearby kid’s park and then retire to their favourite ice-cream place.
Nothing I said or did deterred them. Giving in was my only option. But little did I know that this ‘day out’ I was so upset about would turn out to be legendary. The beautiful thing about being with kids, as I found out that day, is that their innocence and happiness is so contagious that it will rub off on you. That’s what happened to me. I found myself enjoying the day without a care in the world, a feeling most of us as adults can’t relate to anymore.
At the end of the day, it’s not about the places you go to or the things you do, but the way you take pleasure in just being yourself and losing yourself in the moment that makes life magical.
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