Trust me

Fear is a favored companion of the unknown. What we do not know, we fear.

I do not know whether there is heaven; I do not know if there are spirits; I do not know if there exists anything after death. The vastness of my ignorance is baffling...

But what I know need not be the limit to what I choose to believe. Beliefs can serve as a support system; especially in sorrow - when doubts start creeping up about everything we thought we knew. These doubts can sow seeds of fear because, as I mentioned : Fear is a favored companion of the unknown. I was about 4 years old when I first dealt with this dilemma.

Every evening my mom used to bathe me before having dinner and putting me to bed. During these baths, every time she poured water over my head I kept my eyes shut and my 4 year old imagination took a life of its own. I used to imagine my mother turning into a big crocodile that would eat me up unless I opened my eyes immediately. This was terrifying for me and since I knew I could not solve this "big problem" myself, I approached my "big sister" who was 6 years old at the time and "all-knowing". After careful consideration, my sister realized this was too complex a problem for her to solve since she had no solid proof that my mother was really not a child-eating crocodile in a "mother suit". She told me that I should confront my mother myself. And so, that evening while my mother was bathing me, I told her about my fear of her eating me up. Now when I think back to that instant and put myself in my mother's shoes, I know I would have probably completely lost it. After a tough day of cooking and cleaning and handling three children - all of us under 10 years - she must have been exhausted to say the least. But instead of telling me to shut up, she asked me to keep my eyes open to make sure she was not turning into a child-eating crocodile. This, however, did not solve my problem. Firstly, keeping my eyes open and trying to see through pouring water was painfully difficult. Secondly, she could still be a crocodile just waiting for a chance to eat me up and this would require my constant vigilance - which was too big a price to pay for a 4 year old. So, I explained in detail why keeping my eyes open was not going to work out as a solution. After keeping mum for a while my mother said, "You will just have to trust me."

This was how my mother taught me what the meaning of trust was. This was how my mother taught me trust can be the flame that shows the path through the darkness of fear.

This may not have been a life altering experience then. It may not have completely crushed the creeping doubts of my mother being a crocodile. But I learnt to trust her more every day since that day. And it is that trust that shows me light through the darkness I am facing today. I trust my mother is looking out for me, wherever she is, and will save me from the big, bad crocodiles in life. And hence, I do not fear the unknown.

P.S.: Hope you had a great birthday yesterday, Amma… We miss you.