I wanted to share a little story about my nephew, which brought a smile to my face. I can’t say I’ve gone into much detail about him on here but I do post pictures of him now and again on Twitter.
He’s started saying ‘Waheguru’ over and over randomly. It’s the cutest thing. I do wonder if he knows what he’s saying. I know my mother teaches and tells him about Sikhi but he isn’t even two yet. It such a delight to hear him say and it fills my heart with such warmth. A child so innocent and untainted by the cruel world out there, can bring joy to so many by simply reciting a word. However I won’t deny it is a very powerful word. A word that has such great meaning. I wonder if he says it over and over because it brings joy to people around and he loves the attention. Or perhaps he loves that he can make people smile but the simple use of a word. Or maybe there’s a deeper meaning. That even as such a young child, it gives him peace to say it. Who knows, I can’t begin to understand what a child of that age thinks. All I can say for certain, is that it has a deep meaning within me. Words are just words at the end of the day, but it’s the way they make you feel that shapes your life.
So as I said he randomly says it as well as ‘Baba Ji’, every time he sees an elderly man with a white beard and Dastar. I thing this all came from his trips to our local Gurdwara. He now refers to my dad (his grandfather) as Baba Ji as well. It’s bloody cute!
He’s now started doing something else now. Something even cuter. Over the holidays my mum was telling me that Jehovah’s Witnesses came to the door. They’ve been coming to our house for years. We’ve never refused them and always engage them in conversation. A few years ago they started coming to the house with literature in Punjabi. My mum reads English but prefers to read and write in Punjabi. I guess it’s easier for her. So she started to collect them and in her spare time she would read about them.
See one thing you have to know about my family is that we are pretty open when it comes to religion. God is God, no matter what religion you believe, that’s what we were always taught. No religion is better than the other, they are all equal. As kids, my parents sent us to Sunday School. Every Sunday me and my brothers would sit in church and sing hums and read about the tales of Jesus. We did this into our early teens. We didn’t see anything wrong with it or find it weird. Although now I think about it, it must’ve looked odd to people seeing these little brown kids wearing Patkas singing hymns but no one said a thing. We were accented and that’s what we’ve always been taught. Acceptance.
However, I’m getting off track. My nephew has decided this booklet my mother was given is his. He will randomly pick it up, open it and start saying ‘Waheguru’. Today whilst I spoke to him on FaceTime. He picked up the booklet and started reciting. Words can’t describe how that made me feel. I guess it just hit home that we fill our lives with so many distractions, but the one thing we need to keep devoted to is God. He’s (she) is the only thing that will get us through this cruel world. No matter which religion you are as we are all going to the same place. We are all trying to get through this life.
Perhaps I worry what will become of him. Now he watches my mother pray and picks up things from her because he spends so much time with her. What will happen the older he gets? He is a child of mixed race and a beautiful one at that. He is by far the cutest child I have ever come across. And I’m not just saying that because he is my nephew. I’m really not. If he wasn’t I’d be the first to say it. I used to joke to him when he was born that he needed a tan. Obviously he had no idea what his silly uncle was talking about.
I digress, I just wanted to introduce my nephew to you all and how amazing innocence is.
I hope you enjoyed my post, and again I am sorry if I have bored you. Or if I have made any mistakes in my writing. Thank you for reading.