The worst
mistake I may have done as a parent, may be reading the story of ' The Hedgehog’
to my son. The little guy who used to walk into rooms alone like everyone else is now frightened to go from one room to another, thanks to my story reading skills. He thinks there are hedgehogs hiding in our rooms, which
I did not convey directly, so basically he has started reading between the
lines and that should be counted as a milestone. Instead, I am facing a lot of flak from his Dad about misleading the
child and other blah blah. In my defense, I was trying to improve his
imagination and vocabulary by reading an actual story. I did not make him watch
any Rohit Shetty movie and ask him to FIND the story!
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The fear of
hedgehog has turned out to be bothersome for all of us. For example, if I am
sitting on the sofa watching TV, and I need my phone which is ringing in the
other room, I can no longer ask him to bring it to me. He asks me to accompany him, so
I’d rather get the phone myself. Moving
from the sofa can be a really exhausting experience, and there is none other
than the hedgehog to blame. The most brutal part of this whole ordeal is that I
can’t even complain.
To be honest, I
read a lot of children’s stories in my childhood and the ‘Hedgehog’ was not one of
them. Until recently I dint even know what it was, I had to actually Google it.
In the story that I read to him, it was mentioned that the hedgehog springs
into action once the lights are out in the house. Aaron initially was worried
that it was going to finish the milk he was supposed to drink next morning.
Later he started wishing that it happened.
Stories are known to have strong impact on little minds and one can't unlearn it.
I was actually having a fun time reading to him, because now he doesn’t ask
unanswerable questions, like ‘Amma why is the ugly duckling ugly?’ I mean if
anybody had the answer to that then half of the world’s problems would be
solved. He was beginning to understand what I read and my horrible selection of stories is proof that one day I will be a producer in Bollywood.
One evening I was searching for his school bag but it was nowhere to be found. I
walked into the living room and he was engrossed in ripping a car open with a
screw driver.
“Aaron where is
your schoolbag?”
He: “My schoolbag?
Come with me ..”
He lead me to
every corner of the house, and I obediently followed. He quickly glanced at the places it is usually
dumped in. Finally when there were no more rooms left he said,
“I think the
hedgehog may have taken it”
Until then I hadn't realized the extent of the damage I had done. The hedgehog had started taking the blame for
everything that went missing, and I am sure if it lasts long enough it will
soon steal his homework, marks and girlfriends too. That night I tried to tell
him that Jesus came and kicked the hedgehog out of our house and now it does
not exist at all, I made the nervous boy a bit confused.
For a while there was
no talk of hedgehogs in our house and I was relieved. In fact I was secretly
feeling proud of myself for having instilled in him the ‘Jesus saves us’ concept.
The next morning
we were walking down the road and saw a bearded man coming towards us.
‘Amma, is this
Jesus?’