Dear Friends,

“An Open Letter to my Growing up kids is a father’s cry for independence. I think many parents can relate to this.

Loads of love,

Meena Mishra

An Open Letter to My Growing up Kids

Dear Children,

I have been sensing a hush- hush around me, for a few days. I know I would be turning 50 on August 15^th, 2016 and you must be planning some surprise for the golden jubilee celebration of my life. Before you firm up your disclosure, I would like to speak my mind.

I know you are no more kids as Hitakshi, you have turned 19 and Rhythm has turned 17.But there is no change in your behaviour. You still conduct yourself like kids. As little children you never wished to be compared with your friends.So, please, avoid getting illustration of your friend’s fathers being more affectionate, thoughtful and communicative. I belong to the old school where love just existed and was felt without being vocal about it.

Avoid expecting me to be in high spirits, jovial and get pleasure from your jokes when I return from office at night. I am dead tired by then. Avoid fiddling with my wallet, cell phone or laptop as I consider it to be   violation of my privacy. Whenever I am going out for a family function, please don’t suggest me what to wear. My likes and dislikes are different from yours.

I don’t know for how long will I live but I want some amount of independence for myself. I want a suggestion-free life for myself.

I am happy with the way I seem to be, the way I dress-up myself, the way I eat, the kind of programmes I watch .A little alteration in it makes me upset, perturbed and irate .I know you want me to get updated and upgraded about everything around us, that’s why you (force) request me to watch the stuff you like, listen to the music of your choice. But believe me; it does not give me gratification. I am a human being not  a software. I don’t require to be upgraded every now and then. Please accept me the way I am, showing a bit of patience and tolerance towards me. Give me some space. Give me some independence. That would be the greatest gift from you, my children.

Love,

Papa.