legs daddyDaddy had long legs. He took long strides and I always had to run along trying to catch up with him. “Rahuka!” He would admonish, making me feel guilty for failing to keep up with his pace. Then he would stop a while, allow me to catch my breath, and resume walking, setting his wild pace. Occasionally, he would hold my hand.
Then I grew up, and started to catch up with him. I wasn’t being left behind anymore. Side by side now we walked, and I felt proud of myself. It was some achievement, finally keeping up with his pace. And it was rewarded with great discussions.
I realised that many little steps had to add up to make daddy’s giant step. And it took time. I had to grow. Daddy’s pace had always been just moderate, never wild.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s