The Girl & The Steel Rod

The girl was standing at my doorstep. She was carrying a steel rod and started playing with the rod.

Our conversation:
Girl: Say, you were the gate keeper.
She said while placing the rod across the doorway. It looked like a check-post. The steel rod was two times taller than her height.

Me: Your ticket, please.
I pretended to be the real gatekeeper.

Girl: Here it is.
She stretched out her cute little palm right away, as if, she intended to show me the ticket.

Me: But that's an used ticket.
I was really eager to play for some more time... So I objected to her. Rule was that to enter the room she must have a valid ticket. And I were to check the validity of the ticket. She would try to defend that the ticket had no problem...

But both of us heard the squawk. "Come on! You are getting late for school!"

And she immediately flew away.

These are the moments anyone can hardly forget in his lifetime - playing with kids, pretending to be a shopkeeper at one point of time, a teacher, a student, or a doctor even! Our little angel makes me her most unbearable students a lot of time in a day. She allots homeworks, scribes on my notepad, directs me to complete lessons, sometimes even I am to dance with the rhythm of her nursery rhymes!

I thanked God each time for creating this priceless moments for me.

But at times things can be annoying.

This is exactly what happened the last night.
I was obsessed with my desktop computer. There were noises originating from myriads of sources distracting my attention. They were playing with our little angel. And I committed a mistake. You might know, there are things you can't reverse in Internet. It just happened. And I reacted immediately.

"What's the rubbish going on here! Stop all nuisance! I just can't work!".

And I went out.

While I returned I sensed an atmosphere of terror inside. The gathering was dispersed like some evil spirit had  exploded a bomb. I felt like that "Selfish Giant", an adamant, self-serving person.

I felt the guilt.

And I confessed before Him - Oh God! Please forgive me! I have never ever meant to be so rude!

I don't know, if He would ever forgive me. But I'll try not to repeat that act in future. This is my oath.

I really felt better when she entered my small compartment this morning holding the steel rod in her hand. The rest of the story I have already narrated. And this is how our stories go on by His grace day by day everyday.

Do you feel guilty for scolding kids? Or, it's just me - the poor blogger?