A typical weekend in my home.
Father to son: You have woken up!! Go to your mummy and she will brush your teeth.
Father to son: Your mummy is making breakfast. Go to her, she will give you breakfast in a dish.
Father to son: Ohhh you are spilling the food all over the floor. Ask mummy to feed you.
Some time later –
Father to son: Go to mummy, she will give you a bath.
Son to father (after bath): Papa, come play with me. We will play train track/ball (endless options).
Father to son: Wait till your mummy finishes with cooking lunch. Then she will play with you.
Son to father: Papa, Iss (his friend) goes to keyboard class. I also want to go to learn keyboard playing.
Father to son: Iss is 5 years old. When you will become 5 years old, mummy will get you a keyboard and will take you to keyboard classes.
Son to father: Papa, I want to play cricket with you. When will you play with me?
Father to son: I will play…I will play…but right now I am tired I have to take rest. In the mean time go downstairs with mummy to play in the park.
After Park –
Father to mummy: Did he complete his homework?
Father: OK/Make him finish it.
Bed time after dinner –
Son to father: Today it is my day to sleep with you. Come with me to bed and tell me stories.
Father: Only one story.
Son: Not one..many..many
Father dozes off after telling one story and son’s voices could still be heard telling stories to Papa.
This is not just the story in my home. I am sure there will be many homes with the same story.
So, tell me. How is it in your home?
I listened to the song ‘Cats’s in the cradle’ suggested by Lindsay and I am attaching it’s link for any of the fathers visiting this post.
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