Sensitivity – Inspiring Story[for Parents]

Value 1: Sensitivity

Divya came back from school and without even changing, she settled down next to her mother. With big tears floating in her lovely eye, she said, ‘I must have the latest Lady Bird cycle Mammas. All my friends have it, except me.” Aruna lovingly took her daughter close and tried to reason with her. “My dear, you already have one and it is not so old either, don’t you?” “yes, but ….”Divya tried to explain, but her tears just wouldn’t be stop. The little girl was quite dejected with her mother’s reaction to her demand for a cycle. She thought, “Mother is really mean. Am I asking for too much? It’s only a cycle.” That night, she fell asleep thinking about nothing else.

The next day was a Sunday. Aruna woke up Divya quite early and got her ready. She did not want to give Divya much time to think about what was going on. Nikhil, Divya’s father, was waiting for them in the car. The three enjoyed the ride and before long, they came to huge mansion. Within moments, a lovely lady?” Divya felt so shy, she hid behind her mother. Aruna greeted Mrs. Dilip with great warmth and affection.

Mrs. Dilip then took the three to a hall where there were about 50 children sitting in rows. Most of them were of around Divya’s age but some were as small as a year old. Two assistants were giving the children breakfast. Divya looked at her mother wondering where they had come. Aruna told her, “Divya, this is bal bhavan, an orphanage run by Mrs. Dilip. The children, you notice, are those whose parents either have abandoned them or have expired.” Divya couldn’t take her eyes off the children who were having their breakfast without a fuss. She remembered how she troubled her mother every morning at the breakfast table.

Later, Aruna and Divya walked around the orphanage. At the recreation room, Divya asked her mother, “Mamma, doesn’t each child own a toy?” just the question Aruna was waiting to hear! She said, “Divya, the children who live here are a little unfortunate. They are however lucky to be living in a place like the Bal bhavan. Sensitive and kind people like Mrs. Dilip are able to take care of their basic needs like food, clothing and shelter but orphanages usually do not have big funds for each child to own a toy.” Aruna continued, “We must learn to be thankful for whatever we have and moreover, be a little sensitive to the ones less fortunate than us by giving whatever little we can.”

A month went by. Divya’s class teacher called up Aruna and congratulated her on having raised such a sensitive and thoughtful child. Divya had spoken to her class about her trip to the Bal bhavan. All the children had collected almost three big cartons full of toys and storybooks to be gifted to their young friends at Bal bhavan. Aruna could not contain her tears and hugged her daughter when she came home.

Morel: Teach your children about how fortunate they are for what they have and develop sensitivity for other who are little unfortunate.

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The Broken Pot [Self Esteem] – Inspiring Story

Once a water bearer in India had two large pots. He hung each pot at the ends of a pole which he carried across his neck.

One of the pots had a crack in it. The other pot was perfect and carried the full portion of water up to the end of the long walk from the stream to the water bearer’s house. The cracked pot arrived only half full.

For a full two years this went on daily. The water bearer managed to carry only one and a half pots full of water to his house.

Of course, the perfect pot was proud. “I am the best,” it would often say, smirking at the cracked pot.

Poor cracked pot grew more and more ashamed of its own imperfection. It felt miserable, for being able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do.

After two years of what the cracked pot considered to be bitter failure, it spoke dejectedly to the water bearer one day. “Sir, I am ashamed of myself and I want to apologize to you.”

“Why?” asked the water bearer, “what are you ashamed of? “

“For the past two years, I have been able to deliver only half my load, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to our house. Due to my flaw, you have to do all of this work, and still don’t get full value from your effort, “the pot said.

The water bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot and said, “today, as we return to the house, I want you to notice the beautiful flowers along the path. “

Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this cheered it somewhat. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load and so again it apologized to the bearer for its failure.

The bearer said to the pot, “did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path, but not on the other pot’s side?” the pot nodded that it had seen so. “That’s because I have always known about your flaw and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path and everyday while we returned from the stream, you watered them unknowingly. For two years I have been able to pick those beautiful flowers to decorate my little girl’s room. Without you being just the way you are, I would not have this beauty to grace my house, “said the water bearer. The cracked water pot was no longer ashamed of itself.