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BABY STEPS



Today I decided to kick my little girl out. Introduce her to the park of “wolves” and let her be bitten, probably come out as an alpha wolf, leading the pack. See, my little one is quite a neighborhood darling. A little brown kid that's forever protected from harm, this is ever since she was born. She's a gem, and there’s just something about her that attracts kids and grownups alike to her charm. Being the paranoid mother that I always been, a believer in germs and all things infectious, I have tried my best to enclose her in my natural habitat(read house arrest) of-course giving her all the essentials I believed(and Googled) she needed at her tender age. Childhood plays also supervised keenly that she may not eat a bug or get harmed as she runs. I have crammed all diseases and infections that affaects kids under 5. Am a Google professor with many degrees in all sections of medicine.

My daughter though, is quite the opposite. She just lives, with no care of tomorrow. She also seems older than her 2 years existence  on mother Earth. Probably because she knows a lot of stuff most kids her age don’t. And she’s quite a confident young chap too. On the other hand, though, am sure she has not taken after me. Quite a not so social person I tend to be. I prefer to keep stuff to myself. I give occasional ‘hi’s’ to people but never look them in the face. So I might end up saying hi to the same person twice or thrice a day. Hahaha, now this is not fancy. Somehow shows I don’t care, which of-course I don’t…well, not always, but I do, most times...and I sure don’t love to show it. 

So this particular day, I decide to introduce my little young-ling to the neighborhood kids. She’s a social being and quite a natural so am sure it won’t be hard for her to fit in. I give her a ball and escort her then disappear before she hits the last stair. I watch her from afar; she’s oblivious of my eagle eyes far away. Once she’s in the pack, her ball is taken away by the ruthless boys. I expect her to fight back. She doesn't even flinch. She doesn’t seem to mind and she joins in the play. Being this young, she has no clue about the rules of play. She’s kicking every side and eventually the boys get bored of her. She’s out of the game of-course. They are fed up of sharing. 

So she notices the anti social conduct but her young soul is not deterred, she moves to the next person and says hi. Her new friend is all dirt. Fetching dirty water from a leaking tap, they are splashing the big boys with this and running away. My girl is screaming wildly and obviously having fun. One ruthless looking boy losing in the soccer match is not at all impressed by this. He pushes my  little Miss. Perfect away and she almost falls with a thud. Am boiling with rage but I know I have to let her be. The world is a cruel place to live. I curse and watch her walk away and try a few push-ups and a cat wheel. I wonder if this is supposed to mean anything. Maybe she’s creating a comeback so that she fights back. I wait for 10minutes but nothing! She’s moved on. This brings a smile to my face. She’s so tiny, and the youngest in this group of 12 yr olds. 

But it looks like she knows how to survive already. Hope she grows this way, but with a tiny bit of fighting back. The world has no place for weaklings(is she even a weakling really?), so I have learned. But she’s only 2, she will learn eventually, mostly through the hard way (sadness of life). She will bleed but am sure she will come leading the pack. She’s a strong nut. She will live. I know she will.  

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