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Monthly Archives: November 2010
A child means world to the parents. Parents do so much for their kids. Sleepless nights, empty stomach, backaches, headaches are all overpowered by love, warmth and gentle care. And when these kids grow up and act like a wisenheimer, the parents’ hearts crush to smithereens. I comprehend this feeling after becoming a mother myself. Today, when my parents called up to wish a Happy Children’s Day to me, I couldn’t hold back my tears. I, instantly, apologized to them for all my mistakes so far, no matter how big or small. I wept like a small child over the phone as I can’t reach them staying miles away from them. We meet once a year. My parents, however, allayed my guilt assuring me that it was okay. They ‘love’ me no matter what.
Dear kids , love your parents wholeheartedly. You ‘ll not get a second chance once you grow up and become a part of this maddening competitive world. Happy Children’s Day!
According to my personal scrutiny, it’s all about ‘Parvarish’ (Upbringing). If a child’s foundation is laid on moral and spiritual aspects and s/he grows up in an all-loving-and-caring environment, s/he will never go astray. Research has proven the fact that ‘all aspects of a man’s life – his character, sense of responsibility, good and bad habits, ability to cope with difficulties, and his piety – are shaped primarily during his childhood. The bright memories of his childhood can strengthen and warm a man during trying times, and, contrarily, those who have not had a happy childhood can in no way remake it.’
A child is a fine amalgamation of both good and bad inclinations. Parents have to guide their kids with patience and love on how to endeavor against negative influences.
In today’s scenario where both the parents are working to draw the wheels of family, parents must bear in mind the following points:
1. Educate yourself. Read journals and articles relating to your child’s age. Search for what child psychology experts have to say about your child’s developments.
2. Be approachable. Let your child be confident about your unfaltering love and support in testing times. Be your child’s best friend. So that he doesn’t go out in order to seek solace.
3. Induce goodness galore. It might sound like an effortless job. But believe me, it’s not. Your child is but a mirror image of what you are.
4. Be humble. These days all are brand conscious. So I cannot really quote “Simple living” here. But surely though “High thinking” plays an essential role here.
5. Quality time. Give your kids quality time. The hours do not count. It’s the pleasure of your company that is of utmost importance to your kids.
Shun TV and computer games completely when you are with your kids.
6. Share your Childhood. Share interesting incidents of your childhood with your kids. Share your weaknesses as well. Let them know that no one is
perfect. In order to motivate your kids cook up stories and enjoy their laughter and angelic smiles.
7. Mother nature. Go to parks. Just take a stroll. Talk about nature-trees, birds, sky, sun, moon. Do not bring in school or home or any other topic related to day-to-day life.
8. Give space. Teenage is the most sensitive of all the phases of life. Children feel they are now adults and have the authority to make a menace of their life. Don’t worry. This is a passing phase. Your child is stepping into adulthood. Treat him like one.
9. Trust. Trust your kids. Do not underestimate them. It won’t take much time for them to revolt if they smell a bit of mistrust or lack of faith in them in your behavior. Involve them. Take his advice on every matter, no matter how big or small it is. So what if you need his suggestion on the color of the towel you wish to buy. 10. Love selflessly. This doesn’t mean making your kid a spoil brat. They must be shown their boundaries beyond which they cannot go. Love has a mammoth power to conquer all. It can do wonders.
11. Slip into his Shoes. In order to find a solution to any problem, put yourself in his place and try to understand his problem.
12. Respect. Self respect plays a vital role in a child’s life who’s is growing. Discuss any objectionable behavior of your child in private and with him. Do not ever insult him publicly. Believe me, these incidents leave such deep-seated impressions on their mind and soul that is just enough to blow off all your expectations.
I am not an expert in this regard. The above mentioned points are an outcome of my personal experiences and observations. My motif is just to help parents love and understand their children wholeheartedly as well as to provide a guidance to them so that our children get right kind of ambiance for their growth and development. Hoping the best for our kids. All the best.
This morning I discovered a novel side of my child(Sunny) who’ll turn two this 17th Nov. My neighbor had to leave urgently for some work. So she left her daughter(Gini), who turned two on 8th Nov, at my place. She is a sweet-heart. She straightaway went to the toy room and pulled out Sunny’s cycle. Sunny got very happy. Gini then took Sunny’s Buddy (Sunny’s favorite soft toy). In the meantime Sunny sat on his cycle. Gini came hurriedly towards him and pulled his shirt telling him to get down. I was just waiting to see Sunny’s reaction. My child smiled at her, got down and held the handle carefully so as to balance the cycle while Gini sits on it. This was not the end. He pushed the cycle slowly all the while and smiled, giving me sweet side glances. It’s 12:20in the afternoon. Gini is still enjoying the ride and my son is enjoying giving her friend a safe and comfortable ride.
I read in a book that this age is termed as “Terrible two”. But my son defies this making it “Cherishable two” for us. Sunny made us very happy with his arrival, and with his developments he is making us proud. God bless!
May this festival of lights remove all darkness and ignorance of mind and soul, and fill it with Honesty, Sincerity, Empathy and Love galore. Let there be an amalgamation of the inner light of the self with the outer light of the lights to give birth to the Divine light, the brightest of all…
It was Durga Puja, the massive nine days festival of Bengalis celebrated all over India with much vigor and enthusiasm. Maa Durga is the goddess of Shakti. However, as the mother of this universe, she also personifies tender love, wealth, power, beauty and virtues.
The fresh morning, the beautiful fragrance of varieties of flowers, smell of the incense sticks, the rhythmic and rejuvenating beatings of dhak and chanting of mantras and shlokas of Goddess Shakti, all summed up together to create the perfect ambiance for the celebration of Durga Puja.
We were already late for Pushpanjali (flower offerings to Goddess Durga) that morning. As I came towards my car with my two year old son, I could barely open my eyes. The sun shone bright leaving very little place for the cool pleasant air to provide some solace. I sat at the back seat with my dark glares on to prevent my eyes from the scorching heat and ray of the sun. Rahul, my husband, began to roll the steering wheels. On the way, suddenly, I heard a laughter. A laughter with a gigantic strength of embracing all life’s beauty within it. My eyes startled and impatiently started searching for the source.
My eyes beheld the glimpse of a poor mother with barely any cloth on her body, breaking bricks under the same scorching sun. It was her little malnutrition-ed kid’s innocent gestures that made her laugh like an angel stretching her lips to the far end. She summoned her husband from across the road to witness their kid’s childish funny actions. Her husband also joined them wholeheartedly handing over the skimpy lunch pack to her wife. It was hardly a 1 minute glimpse of their world, happy or not can’t say. All I could feel at that point of time was that they were very strong, meeting hardships of life 24*7 yet finding occasions to be happy out of their meager means. This is not the end of the story.
I had these poor artless people in my prayers during Pushpanjali. I was with my friends and family. But their was something so arresting about this experience of mine that I was all over-powered. While returning through the same road I had a strong wish to see them again. And God granted me that wish. It was almost 3 in the afternoon. One can very well imagine the boiling temperature. This family of three were fast asleep over the broken pieces of bricks, on the same blazing cemented platform, where their son danced and made guileless gestures. I came home, switched on my AC, adjusted the fan and tried to relax after this long tiring day. As I slept on my pillow my mind and senses invariably flew to this unsophisticated pristine family. I pondered over the entire episode and discovered that they were actually a compelling source of inspiration. Isn’t this strange? We are blessed with everything yet we find occasions to grumble. On the other hand these poor people have every reason to moan yet they victoriously find happiness in all odds. Hats off !
From that day I decided never to whimper over any matter and try my level best to find a ray of hope in adversity.
“Henceforth I whimper no more, postpone no more, need nothing… Strong and content, I travel the open road”.- Walt Whitman