"I'd rather you came in doubled over in pain barely able to walk instead of coming in early to get an epidural." These are the exact words that have stubbornly refused to recede into the shadows of oblivion even after the passage of nearly seven years.These were the words spoken to me by a midwife … Continue reading Epidural: My choice, my voice…
There is a very fundamental reason, why I chose to write on this topic. As parents we envisage and dream of a lifetime of happiness and success for our children. There is nothing wrong in that at all. We must aim for the stars, and I am all for it. Though when it comes to … Continue reading Why I shall be teaching my children about the temporary defeat called ‘failure’.
Children often make great conversationalists. Intermittently, they choose bedtimes and nap-time to be the golden hour for the start of great conversations. Even though the hilarity or dismay in the preceding sentence can be put aside for a moment, yet the fact that our conversations with our children often become an indelible footprint for them … Continue reading In conversation with my child…
As the shrouds of mist lift from time to time they often part to reveal a vivid scene that springs forth with utmost clarity as if it always waits in the wings ready to pounce forward on cue - My small hands tightly holding on to my mother's as we stand at the door to … Continue reading I am ‘Introspective’…please do not call me ‘Shy’!
My mornings more often than not begin with the word ‘Mom’ and my evenings more often than not also end with the same word ‘Mom’. Did I tell you the word resonates throughout my house and comes from every possible direction! How much of stress is put on the word and how loud a volume … Continue reading ‘Mom’ – That’s actually a whole sentence!
Parents have perhaps never before been subjected to so much of advice from so many quarters. When all around us floats a blurry haze and a thick hormonal fog, beyond which visibility dims down to the bare minimum, does it actually do any good to posit a particular theory, and seek its validation by denigrating … Continue reading A Parenting Paradox…
Growing up, I thought my Mom was a nag and my Dad was no less than a Brigadier General commanding an army regiment with an iron fist. The problem was that having a considerable age gap with my siblings meant that I was the sole member of that dreaded and bloody awful regiment. I promised … Continue reading F*** those rules and sprint, no run free!
