Que Sera Sera

“Everyone should have a dream, but don’t force your dream onto your children. Not everyone will grow up to be engineers or doctors, allow your child to explore and find her own dream, to develop his own special gifts and talents. If you force your dream on your child by the time they are old enough to decide which direction they want to go in their life they will be so confused they wont know what they want at all.”

A spellbinding speech to the parents in the audience at an end of year ceremony and cultural performance by a local kindergarten and primary school in Kerala, India. The wisdom of her words touched my heart and spoke to me as the parent to my own inner child who still needs support to identify and nourish her own special gifts rather than living according to others expectations.

I was moved by the speakers’ compassionate and valuable advise, admitting that she had learned through making those errors herself and imploring the parents of this generation not to make the same mistakes. Imagine a world where each individual was supported to his fullest, to bring forth and strengthen her unique constellation of gifts she brings to the world.

The wise Indian woman, wrapped in her fine silk sari, then broke into beautiful song. Her voice had a depth and a softness, it was strong and grounded and reminded me of my own mothers voice. Calmly she sang:

“Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be”

A song I recognised and that carried me back in time to when my own mother sang and played her guitar around the campfire when I was just a little girl. The little girl inside me coming to the surface; I cradled her in my awareness, allowing this beautiful wisdom to seep into her consciousness, allowing it to guide me on my journey today, still searching, still in need of cultivating the uniqueness that is only mine. My uniqueness is the most valuable gift I can give myself and the most amazing gift I can give the world.

In the heat of the Indian summer the words of the song sent shivers over my skin, waves of goosebumps raised up on my arms and legs. Tears welled up in my eyes as I experienced the memory of me as a little girl by the campfire listening to my mothers voice in the cool English countryside.

India is the land of Gurus, Babas and Swamis; Temples, Ashrams and Yoga centres, yet sometimes the most deep touching experiences and teachers turn up when we least expect them.

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Full song lyrics:

Que Sera Sera

When I was just a little girl
I asked my mother
What will I be
Will I be pretty
Will I be rich
Here’s what she said to me

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

When I grew up and fell in love
I asked my sweetheart
What lies ahead
Will we have rainbows
Day after day
Here’s what my sweetheart said

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be

Now I have Children of my own
They ask their mother
What will I be
Will I be handsome
Will I be rich
I tell them tenderly

Que sera, sera
Whatever will be, will be
The future’s not ours to see
Que sera, sera
What will be, will be
Que Sera, Sera                                ~ Doris Day


6 thoughts on “Que Sera Sera

  1. Hello Kim,. This is Usha Nair from Palakkad , Kerala. Thank-you for writing in your blog about the speech and song I rendered at the function of Shishya School. I am truly honoured. I did not realize that it will have such an impact. Maybe it is because the words came from my heart. I have been a teacher at Govt. Victoria College for 25 years and now a Principal at IHRD College of Applied Science,Malampuzha. But nothing beats the experience of a Mother. Thanks Kim . May God Bless you

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  2. Wonderfully elucidated, Kim. Your blog took me back to my childhood and a host of wonderfully selfless teachers who made me what I am today .

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  3. A good person is born only due to wise teachers. They mould us from nothing to beautiful shapes with their knowledge and wisdom. So is our beloved, respected madam Usha Nair.
    Thanks for being the final word for everything in our college life.
    Navaneeth Krishnan

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  4. When Mrs. Usha Nair came on to the stage, one was a little apprehensive about how the audience, consisting mainly of parents of 4 to 9 year olds will react to a Professor and Principal of a college. But by the time she completed delivering the speech, the audience was mesmerised not just by her simple message delivered so strongly, but also by her melifluous presentation of Que sera sera. Great job done Usha, and Kim, so well written from your heart. Glad you enjoyed the superb programme of the little children so well organised and put up by Shobhana teacher and her team

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