Think about the generation immediately younger or older than you. What do you understand least about them — and what can you learn from them?
From every generation, young or old, I have added to my knowledge. When I was young I didn’t realize that death can snatch away my dear ones.
My father was fond of gardening and barbecuing. He could coax anything to grow. Similarly he could whip out any dish in a few seconds. I wish I had learnt from him.
From my paternal aunt, I wish I had learned our family history.
From my grandmother’s sister, (who lived with her) I wish I had learned how to recite Surah Rehman. She used to recite it in the early morning in a clear, beautiful voice. The wonder was she was blind and had learned the Quran by heart.
I learnt to be a perfect cook in observing my mother-in-law when she was cooking.
It is sad when the people who gave you memories become a memory.
I learnt from my two granddaughters M2 and M3 to be very particular in washing my face before going to bed. It is their nightly ritual. Whenever I feel lazy, they flash before my eyes, so that makes me head towards the bathroom to wash my face and slap on Olay afterwards.
I could never say no to anyone. My friends could make me do anything they asked. After observing my grandsons I have found out how easy it is to say no to things I don’t want to do.
When I tell I B to go to bed and he doesn’t want to, he will say, “Mama hasn’t told me so.”
From Sn I can still learn a lesson on politeness. When I tell him to call his father, he won’t say, “Dado is calling you.” He says to his father, “Dado needs you.”
See, it’s right in front of us to learn from either generation.