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Staying away from home is hard. You miss your family every single day and at times you hold back your tears when you end the video call with your parents. This year, I took a break from everything and visited my home for a month.
I so desperately wanted to meet my parents that I didn’t think twice before making my first ever international solo trip. The trip was not completely solo as I was travelling with my two kids and that created even more tension at home.
Thankfully, our journey was smoother than expected and we reached on time. I was waiting at the airport for my cousin who was coming to pick me up but to my surprise, my elder sister, brother-in-law and nephew too came along with him. Am the youngest one at home and they still treat me that way, one who is good for nothing! We all looked at each other and giggled. The laughter continued until we reached home early in the morning.
Mom, as expected, was standing at the door, waiting for us. She was the most worried one and we all knew she didn’t sleep the whole night. Dad, the coolest one at home, was confident that I’ll manage everything well. As soon as I entered, mom served a plate full of Rasgullas. One that I love to the core and also the one that I don’t get anywhere else in this whole wide world. That was just the beginning of a month-long pampering, love and care that I was missing for so long. My stay at home made me believe that to my parents, am still a child, in her thirties.
I left home for studies, followed by career, marriage, moving abroad and then 
kids. Somehow, during these years, I grew up, started doing things on my own, took care of myself and stopped behaving like a child. When I heard my parents utter words like, ‘take care,’ ‘leave it,’ ‘I’ll do it for you’ and ‘be careful,’ I felt like a child again, I felt at home. A place where I didn’t worry about anything at all, there were no schedules to follow, no rules to stick to. Starting from the morning cup of tea to the hot cup of milk at night, everything was taken care of. The menu at home included everything I loved and I didn’t even have to say what I wanted to eat. My dad is my most favourite tea companion. We never say no to it and we prepare tea for each other at weird hours. I missed our tea time so much. Talking to him gives me more strength and makes life so much easier.
Who doesn’t love to be pampered, taken care of and be the reason your parents smile. I wish I could stay at home forever. It was so rejuvenating to feel like a child again. It’s true, there’s a child that lives within us. You only need to spend some time, forgetting everything else and be a child again.
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It seems you had written my thoughts and inner most feeling Rashi.. here in USA, I miss my family so much and this year, when I had visited India, had a same experience like you have recently. Indeed being at home is most amazing feeling in the world that we often missed as a grown up.
“It’s true, there’s a child that lives within us. You only need to spend some time, forgetting everything else and be a child again.”
Perfect lines..
It was such a beautiful letter that highlighted the eternal love of parents. Nice to hear about your trip.😍
Loved it..
So true, it’s just our parents place where we can be treated as a child no matter wat age u r.. n my trips to my parents are always a feeling of rejuvenation… Wonderful piece…👍😍
Yes Rashi, there is a child in us. Just that with other commitments and priorities, we have forgotten about that part. But once we are in the company of our parents, that child shows its presence.
I can relate to your post very well Rashi. We are still children to our parents whatever age we reach.
i am the eldest one in the family- maternal, paternal and now in-laws too. but i know what being the youngest is like. One of my nanaji’s name is still chotu because he is the youngest of all bros n sis. my sister still a little bacha and believed to be akal ka kacha. ur writeup brought back all of that…. u are amazin Rashi. 😀
Amazing of you to still take out time and pen this. I can totally relate to your emotions. Enjoy your stay to the fullest.
That’s lovely to know you had a great time back with your family.
True that time spend with family and parents is the best, and when they pamper you at this age its more fun to enjoy their attention.
For our parents we will always be the same child and not only them for us also our kids will be same, its parenting effect.
A Very emotional and true confession. No matter how much we grow up, we will be always kids for our parents !
Rashi, I can so relate to this. There are many funny incidents to when my mom calls to check if I had my fruit during my escalation meetings. I have given up the attempts of asking them to stop checking on me, because I know I am never going to grow up in their eyes. It’s a blessing we often forget to acknowledge.
Our moms need to meet Rashi.
My Maa still waits for me near the door whenever I travel to my parent’s home. There are N calls to remind me to eat, stay hydrated, drink milk, checks on my exercise routine. There is always my fav. desert when she visits or I am with her.
Someone just refuses to accept that I am in my thirties with a toddler in tow. I am her firstborn child.
How lucky you are. Truly blessed. You did so right by leaving all the plans behind and travelling to your parents. I am glad you could do so. Having lost my mother 10 years back I miss all that pampering and looking forward to go somewhere feeling. Loved your post was very emotional for me.
We do miss our families everyday. No one can step into our shoes, only we understand the feeling. Nicely written.
Loved your post. We all have a child in us and this side only comes out when you are with your parents. You are always a child for your parents and now as a parent, I want that to stay the same always. So glad you could spend a month with them. Hope I can do the same too soon!!!
Awww!! loved it girl!! Just woww
What a lovely post Rashi. It felt like I was reading your personal diary! I must admit, I love being pampered at my parents home too!
ask me, I just came back from moms home. apart from all the pampering I get, the best part is I don’t have a schedule to follow and don’t have to manage kids too… ohh I want to go back
your post is so much relatable, we are always young kids for our parents
Oh this most definitely resonates with me! I love going home for this very reason – I am not pampering anyone, but being pampered. Much needed once in a while! Nicely written!
Aww….I can feel your words, Rashi. However grown up we may become, we are a child for our parents. Nothing can replace their love n care💕
I am a single child, may be because of that i am very much attach to my parents. Even after becoming mom, child in me still alive…. who love to sleep in my mom lap, miss mom made food, love to gossip with her & wish to stay with them for ever…… Very well penned down the emotions
Such a lovely heartfelt post. I could feel myself though I am not settled outside India but whenever I visit home, I feel like child again. Everything is taken care of by our parents without uttering a single word. No matter how old we grow, we will always be kids to them.
So true, we are never going to grow up for our parents.
I was so engrossed in reading your visit to home article, and felt like every scene is running in front of my eyes, I always love the simplicity and realistic way of your writing Rashi, that anyone can relate with your each and every word.
For our parents, we’ll always be kids, however grown up we might be. I also live in a different town than my parents and trust me i crave to be with them every single day. There is no love like that of a parent!
Such a relatable and heartfelt post, Rashmi! Exactly why I love going to my Mum and Dad’s place every little chance I get. A place to feel like a child again. #childrensday
That’s one place where people don’t expect from us. And we can be at our free will. I just looked bed being there.
Oh, the nostalgia I had after reading your post.
For parents we will always be kid, even when we hit 60s. This is a refreshing take on the prompts of the blog train.
Bang on. We will always remain the same for our parents no matter how old we get. I loved reading your personal account and saw reflections from my own life in many aspects. Thanks for opening your heart to us.