Wednesday 4 May 2016

Losing Ronnie and Finding Rudolph!

Dear N,


It will probably be years before you are able to decipher the true reason for narrating this story but as your Mom I have been meaning to write this for you for long and no matter how late you ask me about this, this memory will always be my amongst my hardest lessons in life and  a parable I will probably reflect upon often.

When you were barely six months old, my favorite boss (Uncle A) and his wife (Aunt S) returned from their sabbatical in London and amongst several things, brought along a stuffed puppy for you. As Aunt S still vividly recounts she picked it for you during the Christmas week sales in anticipation of your imminent arrival into our lives. It was not the only stuffed toy you had and definitely not your first one, but from an early age you took a liking for it. When you would need to cuddle something to sleep with, we would give you the same pup and soon it became your inseparable companion who even traveled with us on long journeys to distant places. As you learnt to speak, we taught you to call it Ronnie (because it wore a leather name tag which mentioned the same).Each time we would visit your either set of grandparents, I would fear that if Ronnie got left behind, how will I ever calm you and procure it back.

In the winter of 2015, your Dad got transferred out and as it was nearly time for P to come to us, you and me had no option but to continue staying all by ourselves in Lucknow. Each afternoon, I would send you to the park outside and you would spend hours playing with your toys and ball in the sun. Needless to mention Ronnie always accompanied you. I still clearly remember that afternoon as I was putting you to sleep after lunch and you started crying for Ronnie. As we began to search your pram, your room and gradually the entire house, it became clear that Ronnie never came back with you that day.

While I managed to put you to sleep somehow, I myself could not find any peace. Not just that Ronnie was exorbitantly priced and pretty difficult to buy anywhere in India (and I learnt it only when we lost it and I mounted an internet search to find a replacement for you), I could not come to terms with the loss myself. As you continued to cry (for days afterwards), I felt miserable and helpless, for being unable to save you from the pain of losing Ronnie. Sometimes, my instinct would tell me to request one of our several friends living abroad to help me find a replacement. It took your dad a good amount of time to explain to me that it was okay and you will gradually get over it. 

When you read this story years afterwards, you will perhaps not find it to be such a big deal at all. But at that point of time in my life, it was. May be I was emotionally fragile (at that stage) and tried my best to keep you happy (while you missed Dad) with my limited energies and alone-time with you. For a while, I even turned selfish and would have done anything to restore Ronnie to you. But something kept me from doing so. I slowly began to realize that no matter how much I may try to protect you in life, you would sometimes get hurt (both physically and emotionally) and agonize over it for days afterwards. While I will always tell you to get over it soon, the hurt will take its own time to heal. You will devise your own mechanisms to deal with pain/loss and hopefully, emerge stronger in the process. And with all the resources and comforts at my command, I would not be able to prevent any of it from happening to you. Much as my parents loved me and still do, they could do nothing about the pain it entailed as I grew into a Mum of two.

Now, it would shortly be six months since Ronnie went back to live with his Mom (that's the story everybody in the family has to repeat). While it was difficult for you initially, over time, you not just brought Monkey and (a Pink) Ronnie to accompany you everywhere, Nanna even bought you a Rabbit you now love. And the biggest surprise of all, Masha brought you an elk from Finland and we decided to name it Rudolph (after Santa's reindeer). While you are unable to pronounce Rudolph even though you are three, Rudolph is clearly the current favorite and am sure Ronnie is already a distant memory to you.

Each time you lose something as precious as Ronnie, I hope you will remember there's always another (pink) Ronnie, Monkey and Rabbit waiting to be discovered. And just when you least expect, you might get Rudolph. Even if you had Ronnie now, am sure life would not have been much different and you would not be willing to change one bit of it for anything. In the process of writing this to you, I am also reminding myself of the lesson I have learnt both as a parent and as an individual.

With lifelong concern and my heart,
Mum

8 comments :

  1. Excellent narration Didi! Never thought Rudolph will become part of such beautiful story. It was lying in a basket at a store inside Koli National Park. When I saw it for the first time I decided to buy it. But for whom was a question, Minna was too big to play with this and Adhu was not that fond of soft toys. PV suggested that it could be a nice gift for Tillu, who is fond of soft toys. That is how this elk crossed Temperate forests of Europe to enter the Tropical forests of India. smile emoticon

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    1. Thanks AV. The story wouldn't have been possible without Rudolph. Hope 'Tillu' will take the story forward from here!

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  2. beautiful lesson indeed...got the same feeling when Shraavya underwent a blood test for fever when she was hardly a month old that how much ever we love them, they have to bear their pains both physically and emotionally...

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    1. I can totally understand Shweta. Things which come across as routine sometimes scare us to the roots. May be that's what being a parent has always meant. Am still to find courage to get P's vaccination done before my own eyes..

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  3. *Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss*

    Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

    Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

    Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

    'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.' This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

    When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained 'My travels have changed me.'

    Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

    In summary it said
    *Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.'*

    - Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

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  4. *Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss*

    Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

    Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot.

    Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

    'Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures.' This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

    When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained 'My travels have changed me.'

    Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll.

    In summary it said
    *Every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.'*

    - Kafka and the Doll, The Pervasiveness of Loss

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