Through the eyes of a child

When you return home after a deplorably bad day at work…just a regular circus day at work… juggling deadlines, a barrage of e-mails, some personal egos, few conflicts and regular ‘must-do’ calls/meetings…you almost feel like a warrior returning to her shelter after the day battle ends at sunset….tomorrow you know you need to go out there and start another battle…there is just enough time to take stock of the damage, nurse your wounds and beef up your motivation to face the opponent…

And then suddenly two tiny arms welcome you home…there she is innocently grinning and taking me  into her Shangri-la…you feel a surprising lightness and ‘nothingness’ when you indulge in her silly little peek-a-boo games….you feel a sheepish embarrassment as you sing nursery rhymes and meekly obey her orders to do some atrocious acts like springing up and down….but few minutes into this make-shift play and you forget the battles that you left behind in the meeting room…you are forced to let go of that urge to beat up a colleague who picked a fight with you…you feel ‘in-the-moment’ and rooted to the concept of home.

And as your mind races to the Herculean tasks hidden in your appraisal carpet..to that flurry of escalations trapped in your mailbox…you see her seriously going about her tasks and duties…...dedicated attempts to build monuments or in other words simply piling a few building blocks…sincere house cleaning exercise but what it essentially is walking with a broom-look alike in all corners of the house…. guiding and mentoring a monkey cuddly toy…and in her mind she is ‘at work’..she is playing her role to the best of her ability..meeting and beating expectations…and you can’t help but break into a smile as you realize that it’s just a perception…what you assume is the world’s most important job assigned to you is ‘child’s play’ for another..and what you presume is a silly child’s play is her most important task for the day…a little bit of role play does help… maybe the management gurus were right after all?