My son - My Krishna!

He was eight years old. He loves corduroy pants. It was in laundry. I was working at Xerox at that time. Came back from work, cooked dinner, finished kitchen work. Time to go to bed, but need to finish the laundry and keep that corduroy pants ironed for tomorrow's school for my son. So made sure not to sleep, finished the laundry. Kept his favorite shirt and pant ironed, felt very satisfied, went to sleep. Next day morning, around 6.15 am, woke up. My son was already in the shower. I was making preparations for his breakfast and lunch, he came to kitchen. But totally in a ripped jeans, and some t-shirt. I was so tired even to yell, but was very upset. I took so much time in ironing, laundry, and all that, this kid was wearing something totally different. Well, I gave him breakfast, did not open my mouth (which was unusual). He was about to leave the house, looked at me and said, "Bye ma". I nodded my head. I knew he knew I was upset. He was opening the garage door, oh turns around, "Amma, you know why I am not wearing the corduroy today, we are going hiking in school and I dont want to spoil your hardwork. I will wear it tomorrow". Wow! That moments of keeping silent helped me learn a big lesson from that little wise guy. I dont know how many times I thanked God for not yelling at that kid that day.