I’ve heard it said we all need to eat a little dirt before we die….
I’m still mulling over this month’s story – thinking of the difficulties of parenting, which are really about the difficulties we have with engaging respectfully with anyone we meet. I even wrote a an essay to post on my other blog , only to realize it was a diatribe and I’d basically said it all here, so why repeat? Instead I turned to poetry, forgot the struggle with words like discipline, punishment and consequence and returned to story, which is the whole point of this exercise.
I did find out in the course of my research that Indian mothers begin to worry if their young children (boys and girls) don’t exhibit a little saitani (devilishness).
The Dirt Eater
Mother! Mummy! Mom!”
All day long, a constant
teasing litany –
complaints, tattles, whines
“He did this.” “She did that”
“No I didn’t!” “Yes you did!”
Ignorance is bliss, I think
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