Day 22-Priceless love

I have had the privilege of witnessing something that I consider one of the most beautiful experiences of my life.
I have always been intrigued by the helpers in play schools/schools which deal with very young children. There is something very beautiful about the way some of them handle/communicate with the children.It is difficult to believe that these women work only for money.
It is heart breaking to see little children , being weaned away from their mothers very early on-how they cry and cry and cry for days together, sometimes this agony extending to a month or so.For these children, these helpers literally replace their mothers.They begin to trust and take to them over a period of time -a solace and a saving grace!
I saw one such child-a 2 year old, meek, puny, quiet child who hasn't even started talking confidently.He is always in the company of an "akka" who does everything for him...from helping him with his daily activities to giving him that courage and that helping hand when he needs it.
The love that this lady shares with this child...is so priceless, it could move the most heartless person to tears.
When the teacher stops her from feeding the child(in order to help the child become independent), the mother in her , hesitantly lets go.
When the child picks up food in his spoon and is unable to put it in his mouth, she becomes jittery and runs to help him.
When the child does something new/has achieved a new milestone, she beams in pride.

For a few minutes today, this lady had to be away since she had another child to attend to . This child, being his quiet self, kept waiting patiently for a while, but after a certain point, he just couldnt take it. I noticed this child sobbing alone and uncontrollably in the room asking for her. So many tears -so  heart wrenching. I tried to console him and assure him that she is around and will reach him soon but in vain. When he saw her outside the room, he rannnnnn(thats to say how fast his little feet took him) to her -he just couldn't bear the idea of being away from her perhaps..he probably agonised about the idea that maybe he had lost her too. He had started to feel insecure and that trauma was unbearable.
The lady hugged the child and apologised to him profusely for leaving him alone, assuring him that she won't do it anymore.
The tears had not stopped , but now, it seemed more like tears of joy rather than sorrow...for him and for me!
God bless that lady...Her selfless love is huge as compared to all the riches in the world and all the education that we pride to have received.

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