” Where is my heart, mamma… Here right?” asked my five year old daughter, Kiara, placing her hand correctly over her beating heart.
“Yes,” I replied.
I had just successfully parallel-parked the car outside the garden that she and her friend had so persistently pleaded I take them to. So here we were…in about a span of ten minutes; starting from their fervent pleas that I take them to the park, to discussing…well…the heart.
“You know,” her eight year old friend added, “Our hearts beat even while we sleep!”
“That’s right!” I affirmed.
“Why do we have a heart, mamma?”asked Kiara.
I decided to offer her a metaphysical explanation, so that the word could become a more potent conceptual unit for her: “The heart loves… When you feel love towards someone, you feel it from your heart.”
I further added: “But to feel love from your heart, your thoughts must be silent…” Gesturing with my hand, I explained: “The heart loves to hear, and it can hear another only when your thoughts stop talking!”
Kiara who had been listening intently, then made an unusual request: “Mamma, can we sit here only, where we are, for just five minutes?” The jumping monkeys of her mind- who had till now been refusing to relent till they reached the garden- had disappeared. Her friend and I, looked at her, then at each other, smiled and then the three of us sealed each other’s hands as if in a pact.
“Okay!” she said after a minute or so, “let’s go!”
Curious, I asked her what made her make such an extraordinary request.
“I don’t know,” she said… ” My heart told me to just be there…”
My daughter, I realised, had just received her first lesson on the value of experiencing.