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The Two Faces of each Child
I entered home yesterday to ear piercing screams of Yog, coming somewhere from the second floor. From the quality of the scream, I could make out something was definitely wrong. I could smell Dettol as I started climbing the steps. I am proud to say that I did not panic at that moment. I do not panic at the smell of Dettol anymore. I calmly called out to Yog and his Nanny (Parvathi) came out of the room carrying the heavy weight, howling Yog in her skinny arms. I felt sympathy for her even before I could form an emotion for Yog. I immediately transferred the load from her arms…
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Why bars of dark chocolate are hidden between layers of saris in my home?
Why bars of dark chocolate are hidden between layers of saris in my home? I am pretty sure, if Sherlock Holmes was tasked to solve this mystery, he would fail. This is because Sherlock Homes never had children. I am also sure that all parents having kids between 9 to 15 years of age are nodding their heads in understanding. They know, there is no safe place in the house to hide treats. No matter where you hide them, you won’t be able to prevent them from magically disappearing in a few short hours. Every time my husband or I open the fridge to snack on something delicious and unhealthy,…
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My Brother Stole My Childhood
Some adults always remain children and some children grow up into adult hood even before they have been properly potty trained . I think the speed at which we grow mentally has a lot to do with one, our basic nature and two, the environment around us. A very important factor in the environment is the presence or absence of siblings. I learnt this through two independent events, few days back. Yog recently changed schools and I wrote about how traumatic the first day experience was for him and me. What I did not write about then, was another story that unfolded the same day as Yog and me tried to…
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Protection begins at Home
As soon as the summer holidays started, my twelve year daughter took her first independent flight to Delhi to meet her Nani. Needless to say, I consider this as a big milestone for all of us. Her maiden, independent flight is a sign that our little bird is ready to fly out of our safe nest. I was scared, nervous, apprehensive but most of all extremely proud of her. A few of our friends and family who knew about the flight were skeptical. Isn’t she too young? Isn’t the world a bad place for little girls travelling alone? Are you not being an irresponsible parent? These are good questions…
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Some Jarlie is better than no Jarlie
Yog and me achieved a new development milestone on a trip to the Supermarket, few days ago. We dedicate this milestone to Jarlie. This is how the story goes. Toyna, Yog and I love Jarlie. You may ask, “Who doesn’t?” but that is not the message of this story. Till date, whenever we go to a supermarket, we always pick two jars of Jarlie, to share between the three of us. On this historic day, Toyna caught one jar and Yog another, all the way till the billing counters. The two jars were the first items to be billed to ensure that we could start eating them while the rest…
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Toyna, Yog and Grammar
Toyna and me participating in Communications Workshop. Toyna examples on: Simple Past – Yog hit me. Present Continuous – Yog is messing the room. Past Continuous – Yog was biting me when Mama came in the room. Future Continuous – I will be kicking Yog the next time he hits me. Past Perfect – Yog had already messed the room when I woke up. This proves, beyond doubt, that Yog is always on Toynas’ mind. The reason behind the same is something to ponder about.
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Back to Basics
Being a mother is serious responsibility; one that most mothers (including me) often take a little too seriously. Mothers like me define the primary goal of Motherhood as, “Bringing up healthy and successful individuals”. Given this goal, it is pretty much impossible to measure the success rate of Motherhood. This is because there are many definitions for “Healthy” and even more definitions for “Successful”. At the start of Motherhood, when our children our barely able to hold their head by themselves, our goals for Motherhood are sky rocketing. I remember, I started with a goal of “Class Topper” when my daughter joined Nursery. Even though she did not top the…
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Collection of Old Memories from Early Years with Yog
December 1, 2013 How do you know when you are spending too much time in the wrong place? Looking for a pen to sign a check and end up going in the kitchen to pick one. Almost picked a knife before I realized it is not a pen! God Save Me! April 2, 2013 Age: minus 3 months Specialty: The time when you can actually kick your mother awfully hard and still be praised for it. June 24, 2013 Switched on the laptop after about a week and am flooded with update messages – windows update, skype update, tumblr update…. At this pace, by the time I get back…
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Scissors are dangerous in the hands of kids, but not in the way you think
A few years ago, I was enjoying some lighthearted conversations with a women acquaintances over dinner. When we first sat down at the table, conversation was limited to business, musical events, and latest shopping sales. As we twirled the wine glasses and picked on soft, juicy kebabs, conversation shifted to children. One of the women was a blogger, like me, so I hung on to each word that she said ( For some reason, I have this perception that people who blog are always more clear in their heads.) She had two daughters, one of whom had just entered her teens. Her pain was, therefore, the strongest and just waiting to flow in front…
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The Best Gift
Most of us, urban middle class, educated, self made parents of today, were born to parents who struggled hard to make ends meet. Because our parents had limited means, they were constantly prioritizing resources. As children, we had limited reused toys, clothes and almost no fancy holidays. The paradox is that while our parents struggled financially, they made it up for the time that they invested in us. Our generation, which lives in an era of abundance, lacks the only one thing that money cannot buy – Time. Our children have the latest clothes, books, toys, and holidays. Each day, in the pretext of being a better parent, I am searching for the one…
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