Children’s day has always been something we celebrated in school and that tradition continues with my son too. It has meant going to a carnival organised by his school and nothing more than that. However, this year I have been thinking of ways to surprise him with something without spending too much money yet making it special. I always wanted him to grow up fast when he was a toddler and now I’m holding on to the few years l have left before he goes in to his teens when I can still do things which he might not roll his eyes for. So here are few things that can be done – Continue Reading
Anyone who has followed my blog for any length of time knows that I never claim to be a great parent. For me, it is a journey of learning that helps me evolve both as a mother and as a person. One of the most valuable lessons that I have learnt is that we, as parents, are very generous with the word ‘no’ (and strangely a video I saw recently triggered this revelation).
I hate to admit it but every year I dread the monsoons. It warms my heart that my son still loves to play in the rain just like he did when he was a toddler, yet I lose sleep over all the diseases that come along during the rainy season. Apart from viral infections, the scarier ones are like chikungunya, dengue and Zika and some which we don’t even know the names of. I have seen some of my friends suffer specially from chikungunya and still complaint of joint pains even after months of apparently recovering from it. On top of that symptoms like fever, rash, joint pain, joint swelling and muscle pain are common among all. Continue Reading
All of us know that breastfeeding a baby at least for the first six months of her/his life is most crucial and important thing for a mom to do. A mother’s breast milk is tailored specially to suit her baby’s needs. It contains antibodies that can help your baby fight off viruses and bacteria.
But benefits of breastfeeding are not limited to just for that period of time, it helps a child much later in life, too! It can help children avoid a lot of diseases that strike later in life, such as type 1 and type 2 diabetes, high cholesterol, and inflammatory bowel disease and high blood pressure! Now, why would you want to increase the risk of your child being sick by not breastfeeding? Among other perks are a developing a better understanding and bond with your baby, a better recovery for the mommy and it’s easier than other methods! Continue Reading
There have been a couple of times that as a blogger I have been given the opportunity to write about hospitals, however, I have not taken it on the basis of no experience. However, when I got the opportunity to write about Rainbow Hospitals, I gladly took up the assignment as I delivered my son at their Banjara Hills, Hyderabad clinic. And honestly, it took me some time to gather my thoughts as it has been over 9 years since I delivered.
I had a very bad experience with the initial two clinics (I don’t remember their names anymore) I visited as I was new to Hyderabad. A part of my pregnancy was spent in Delhi and the gynecologist put me on a high protein diet, the only problem being that it wasn’t from natural sources. Due to extreme nausea, I was having a tough time dealing with protein intake, apart from my regular food. As I wasn’t keeping too well a friend asked me to try Rainbow (at that time relatively new) as it was a specialty mother and child clinic. And I’m so glad that I did. Continue Reading
I have been very guilty lately. After 7 long years of not working and only nurturing, I had decided that I will work from home so I can be around my son. I tried my hand at commercial baking and didn’t enjoy it as much. I switched to handling social media content as a freelancer. The work gives me a lot of flexibility and leaves me with enough room for my blog. Sharing my life experiences is what sustains my soul. At the same time, the blog takes a lot from me. I need to attend events for ideas, do shoots and be on the go. I feel guilty about not baking enough, cooking enough, keeping the house beautiful, keeping my accounts updated, the list is endless. On top of that as much as I try, the ‘you-don’t-spend-enough-time-
I was sold the moment I heard about a mini city built for kids where they get to have fun by role playing and by getting to do all the things that adults do. There are no video games and no rides. Upon arrival (because it’s built like an airline arrival counter), we bought our tickets and were handed our “boarding passes” and went to the immigration counter to check-in to KidZania. At immigration, each of us were given an electronic tag, which they scanned every time Kabir did an activity and the tag also helps the mom or dad to track their kid(s). Continue Reading
Every now and again there are moments that define us. These may not be massive, life-altering events. They could be everyday occurrences that throw light on who we are or what we have become. The realisation is as immediate as it is striking. I had one of those days recently which I know will alter some aspects of parenting for me forever.
Kabir was out for a picnic with his friends yesterday. It was a nice sunny winter afternoon. He was practically on his ripstik for 3 hours out of 4. Instead of coming back home from the picnic, he decided to play for 3 more hours in the society park. I don’t think there is anything better than free play, that too outdoors, for a child, so I let him be. He came home tired and devoured a full plate of chicken fingers at such speed that I was surprised he left the bones. Then came the tough part of getting him to do his dreaded Hindi homework and practice for dictation. Kabir hates Hindi and I suck at it so I happily passed on the task to my dad. But you can’t ever escape being a mother, can you?
Mistake 1 – He kept asking for dinner and I thought he’s making an excuse to escape homework, he’s done that in the past. In any case, how can one still be hungry after having so much chicken! It’s protein, isn’t it supposed to fill you up? He was cranky, unmanageable and pretty much refused to write a single word. I scolded him at the top of my voice while feeding him dinner (feeding him is something I rarely ever do) and despite my bitter words, he cheered up. I was proud of myself for being a ‘good’ bad cop.
In retrospect I realised it wasn’t my scolding that did it, it was food going into his system which did the trick. Yes an 8 year old, after playing for 7-8 hours, can be that hungry. And I thought I knew it all!
Mistake 2 – Kabir asked for a break after finishing his first bit of homework. I refused to oblige. And then he started complaining about pain near his waist. Since I was fuming already, I didn’t believe him and thought he is complaining of a stitch probably because of all the food he gobbled up so quickly. But no he wasn’t. He lifted his tee and there was a big fresh wound from his fall at the park.
I thought I will never fall in to this trap of disregarding something just because it is a child who is saying it. But I did. A lesson I wouldn’t forget for a long time to come.