E is for Enchantment
School re-opens tomorrow after a fifteen day long spring break. There is a certain sense of enchantment and glee in the nine-year-old’s eyes. She has labelled her books neatly, without any help from Momma. After all she is a grown up girl now, almost nearing ten. Her excitement and enchantment is more than palpable, and it spills into every corner of our home. She has begun to count hours now, before it’s time to go to school.
- New Bottle- Check
- New Tiffin- Check
- New Uniform – Check
- School Bag from last year- Check
- New Books and Stationary- Check
- Shoes from last year – Check
I recount those sweltering summers when I would spread out my books and notebooks on the floor or dining table. Thereafter, Ma and I would spend hours meticulously cutting brown cover paper, covering the books and notebooks, and then follow this through with labelling them. I even used to make my labels myself. We didn’t have the school ones or the ready-made ones either, I suppose. This used to be a long, arduous task that took hours, but was so very fulfilling, to say the least. The smell of pages of the fresh new books and the brown cover paper, was heady. So what if this would all dwindle eventually, under the pressure of rote learning. Ma taught me how to cut the brown paper cover neatly into triangle/polygon shapes and fold them flawlessly into the book’s and notebook’s front and back cover, while taping it skilfully. She was a pro at it and I would try very hard to emulate her immaculate art, failing multiple times, till I mastered the art. There would always be a certain sense of enchantment, at her skills, which I tried to imbibe.
These days books come covered from school, or with extra plastic covers; so there’s not much work involved. But it’s uplifting to see that the nine-year-old continues to hold that sense of enchantment when it comes to going back to a new session at school, as well as her daily routine of going to school.
She has trouble falling asleep today. She can’t wait for her special first day. She leaps out of bed without an alarm, in the wee hours of the morning. She is laughing and giggling in excitement, as her Papa tickles her playfully. She is ready almost fifteen minutes before time and insists I drop her right away. As I walk her to school, she rubs her hands gleefully and her eyes twinkle as she tells me, ” I was hardly able to sleep. I woke up at 3 A.M. and realised it wasn’t time yet!”
We laugh and discuss the new teachers who will now be part of her Grade V. She is so eager to meet them, she tells me.
It’s extraordinary how children carry a sense of enchantment for the smallest of things. I think somewhere over the years we grown-ups lose that sense of enchantment. A significant lesson for grown ups to imbibe from children is to appreciate what we have, to look at life’s moments with enthralment, hope and enthusiasm. To live joyfully by finding happiness and contentment in the most simple moments and things that surround us.
My theme for this year’s Blogging from A-Z Challenge is April Anecdotes. These are twenty-six compelling tales of some real people, and some not so real people. These tales will be surreal, peppered with a dose of non-fiction, but some might just be a figment of my over active imagination. You can read my theme here.
You can read my previous posts from #AtoZChallenge2018 here: