Good morning.

GOOD MORNING!

Most parents would've taught us how to "wish" once we start to talk, or at least prattle. And it continues till the end of our lives.

It begins with our parents, being practised daily during our childhood, making us greet everyone. In a few houses, the habit of saying "good morning" stops in that phase itself. Whereas in a few households, greeting each other continues as a practice. No matter what, their day would begin with a calm "good morning" wish.

My father greets me daily. I don't know how many times I've wished him back, as most of the time I'll be half asleep. But I'm sure I've always acknowledged his greetings.

My very close friend begins conversations with a "good morning" almost every day, often accompanied by a few sunrise and smiley emojis. I just love that.

When I went to the school as an intern, I slowly kind of went back to my own school days. Especially when each kid greeted me with a "good morning."

A good morning, when it comes from those cute tiny beings, would just make my day. I can listen to that endlessly.

Today, when I got a good morning message from my close friend, I remembered those children.

This made me to write this blog.  As I already mentioned, each and every "good morning" came with different modulations when it came from those kids. A few used to mispronounce it, a few would say it with some actions, and the remaining would just come and sit as if their mouths were zipped. We would have to wake them from their half-sleep, get them into conversations by talking about something that interested them, and finally receive a wish from them😆.

It's a task, but yes, it's worth it. 

I remembered one such cutie when I read my morning message from my friend. I kind of read it in the same modulation. When I imitated it, I was laughing a lot while also reminiscing about the beautiful moments I had with them.

He used to say:

"Dum MAR-nin."

For 21 days, my day began with such sweet golden mornings.

Another kid, who was just two and a half years old, had her own way of pronouncing it. And she would literally bow while saying it.

What a delightful sight.

I was also amazed by how all these kids are being raised by their parents and the teachers there. This is the age when their values need to be nurtured carefully and allowed to grow. An important stage, I would call it.

Hearing "good morning" from 20–25 kids every day kind of reminded me to greet everyone as well. And it reminded me of something else too — how, as children, we genuinely believed that if we wished the day a good morning, the day ahead would be good.

Maybe that's a belief worth holding on to.


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