Ever since I was young, I remember everybody calling me careless. Well the meaning of careless is 'not giving sufficient attention or thought to avoiding harm or errors.' (Oxford Languages). I remember my teachers kept my exercise books for me. I overly grew conscious on the careless part. From then onward, I kept every piece of paper or book, or anything I held dear. My student ID in secondary school,my exam cards, my books from college. I am and still trying to prove that I am not careless. Well, something changed in 2014. I had my son. Proving and all, I realized that I had to keep my stuff together. Well, I am careless especially when I am tired. I can leave things to go to hell. Worse if a critic is in my ear. It is a bad trait, I know. But for the better part, I have tried to keep pictures, cards, etc. Everything i need to keep intact and safe I have. I have learnt watched my words. Every time i want to say a word, carelessly, I re-think and said it in my head. Even so when i am angry. I think I only check my levels of carelessness when I am happy. Or when am talking to friends.
I think am saying my son(children) changed me. I cannot be careless with anything. I cannot misplace anything in the house or otherwise. I learnt to put the house together(not that i didn't know) but everything has to be in its rightful place at the right time. That includes plates, money, medicine, all of it. I am happy that this is the case. I have particularly been careful with words. first, i can never be careless with words, whatever you plant out there comes back. I strive to plant good, so that it comes back with the beauty of life-For my children. Recently, I realized that, every word i say, my children say. It doesn't matter the language. I knew this is the case, but i was surprised to hear them say it back to me. I do not want to cause harm to them, so carelessness is not part of the narrative. Doing right, doesn't matter the cost.
Looking into my eyes, I saw that I am willing to go the extra mile. I am perfect, with the imperfectness. Godspeed.
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