That day at the bus stop....

I had gone with my father to drop my granny at the bus stop.we were waiting for the bus.
My father was walking with my granny and I was left far behind.I was a kid then and I had never seen my father abandon me in a crowded place before.
But that day was different.My father is a man who has similar expression on days of celebration,sorrow and crisis.He is always calm and matured.

But that day as my father was holding my granny's hand and helping her to cross the road,I was watching at a distance and noticed something.
It was not an old mother supported by her son,it was a grown up son who wishes to be a kid again... recalling his first footsteps...holding his mother's hand.
All experience and maturity had given way to a newfound innocence and happiness.For a while it felt as if my father had gone back 40 yrs,forgotten that he himself was a father and has left his kid at a distance both figuratively and literally.Suddenly it occured to him and he looked back and called me.Again he bacame the man who always took charge of the situation.

Why is it so difficult for grown ups to acknowledge that they want to be kids again,that they miss their parents,that they want to be taken care of,that they are tired of burdening resposibilities?Its not a sin to rest in your mothers lap even in your fifties and let her move her hand on your forehead and feel your worries vanishing out of it.