Birds are not afraid of heights
September 23, 2010 § 1 Comment
What would you do if you are jogging down a two km track discussing the horses around you and animals in general… and your mom suddenly says… “I wonder how it feels like to be a bird. I wish I could fly like one.” …?
I for one, stared at her incredulously.
Well, it’s not really something you expect moms to say you know. I mean they are moms after all. They do everything other than think dreamy stuff. Or take any grown up for that matter. Take you… have you ever thought how wonderful it d be to be a bird.. after you grew up? It all seems distant when we were seven-year olds. (or fifteen year old if you were a romantic). And especially people like mothers… any impractical thought of absolutely any kind seems completely unlikely when it concerns them. Not even something as simple, profound and surreal as flying like a bird. Mothers are so… you know… mothers! They are the stuff that make people go on in their lives. The driving force. So is mine. She’s the force that keeps the other five going. She’s the centre around whom all lives revolve. If she’s not there the house is listless, laughterless, boring and lame. She’s the one who has handled five eccentric people all her life. She manages a husband and two incorrigible brats – one of whom still at 25 refuses to eat pepper, wrestles with her every other day and loves to spook her ; the other is neurotic, stubborn, leaves behind a messy kitchen and steals all her best jewellery – brats, who also keep her worried 24×7. She’s overworked, over stretched and so busy being a mom. And in between all that, she still has time to think of something like that…
After I ve overcome my initial shock, about 50 mts of further jogging I say “It’s no use. You are afraid of heights. And you dread travelling by plane!”
And she says “Of course. But m sure birds aren’t afraid of heights.”
I wish when I m fifty I still have the enthusiasm to wonder how it feels like to fly like a bird.