Parenting- Two sides of a coin

One day their paths diverged, the couple decided to quit.

Bitterly they fought, at home, in court, everywhere they’d sit.

Each wanted a piece given by the life that they had let go,

To them she was the most precious thing, they both loved her so.

 

Eventually it came down to mudslinging, even name-calling.

They washed their dirty linen publicly, none was stalling.

They cast aspersions at each other, a blame game ensued

And in all this melee, love and understanding were abused.

 

The little one heard the harsh words that were spoken

And somewhere in her tiny body, her heart was broken.

Still when the time came for her to make a hard choice

She said, “I want neither side A, nor side B,” that is my voice.

 

She continued in a voice that was pained & hurt, yet clear.

She said, “You both are my world. I hold both equally dear.

How can I choose Side A and not have the Side B join?

Tell me how when you both are two sides of the same coin?”

 

Her voice carried loud and clear, it touched chords deep.

The courtroom grew silent, you could hear people weep.

There she stood a vision, a symbol of a love that once was.

She couldn’t abandon either, whatever cause.

 

Side A or Side B, how could she stand and choose,

In the battle of custody, one parent would surely lose.

The judge empathized, his heart saddened by her predicament.

What could the poor child do, if the times were so inclement?

 

Then with a wisdom born out of years of making peace

He looked at the parents, smiled to set them at their ease.

He implored them to consider, told them take your time

But come back together, for the child’s sake sing the same rhyme.

 

In a daze the parents looked at each other anew

In that moment they understood how to proceed, they knew!

Together they stood; hand in hand they came to as one.

The child joyously flung herself in their arms, as she’d always done.

 

The parents that day learnt a lesson that they did need

That parenting is not about sides, it’s about your seed.

In parenting it’s not the side A or side B that matter.

What matters is that you don’t let your child’s hopes shatter.

 

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About Sonal Singh

An author, storyteller, and full-time observer of life’s glorious absurdities. I write humour-laced stories where chaos wears fluffy fur, emotions arrive uninvited, and middle-class Indian households become ecosystems of drama, love, and unsolicited advice. Armed with sarcasm, caffeine, and alarming emotional attachment to stray creatures, I believe compassion is less of a virtue and more of a lifestyle disorder. One that I embrace. When I’m not writing, I’m usually busy running a full-time HR consultancy business, rescuing animals, or trying to maintain dignity while being emotionally manipulated by my pets. Through my literary work, I try to blend humour with heart, celebrating the messy coexistence of humans and non-humans in modern urban India.

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