But, growing up- we all looked at our dad as the true spiritual teacher. He was a spiritual man- profound in his wisdom and understanding. He always had a very somber and stoic stance that seemed to reflect love and dedication towards his family. He was happy to do any of the house-chores and found joy in spending that time with his family.
He had his own way of finding simple ‘gems of time and space’ where he could find his own center.
For example, he would be the first one in house to get up very early in the morning, at the crack of dawn. Right away, he would do yoga and some meditation to establish as well as strengthen his ever-growing connection with the Divine.
So, by the time we all (my mom, sister and I) woke up- he was all ready to welcome us to another beautiful day.
Not that, as we grew up- he distanced himself. He was wise to know and understand that loving and being there for your kids did not mean that he smothers us with his presence all the time. Many a times, as parents, it is important to be in close proximity but still at a distance- so as to give some space for the child to grow and experience life in their own way.
He knew that, THAT is the only way we- you, me any one of us can experience this world- in our own way. We create our own reality.
Every child learns their first life lessons and teachings from their parents. That is why in the ancient Vedic texts, parents are called as the first teacher. In my case, my parents were not just my first teachers- but they were also my true spiritual gurus who helped to shape and make me.