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It happens to the best of us. We bear kids and our life’s priorities flip around. We spend every waking moment figuring out ways of enthusing our tots, dancing to their tune. We buy them countless toys, video games, designer clothes, and whatnot.  “My kids will have the best childhood...

We all throw our hats into the parenting ring oozing with great intentions. We roll our sleeves and vow to raise phenomenal kids. Responsible members of society. Salt of the earth kids. But we soon realize that parenting is a maze. The twist and turns spring up unexpectedly. Parenting changes...

The guilt starts gnawing at me at night as I sip my chamomile tea after tucking my two girls to bed. It starts as a gentle nudge and builds up into a roaring river, sweeping away my peace in its wake. Maybe it’s the way my daughters\' quip “goodnight mom,...

I called my mom the other day and shot a dicey question at her.  “What do you and dad regret most about how you raised us?” She let out a soft cackle (mom always laughs when about to shrug off a topic). After a few minutes of coaxing, she let...

Maybe you have a strong hunch like I do that you are raising a highly sensitive child. If children were cute little packages that we order and have delivered at our doorsteps, yours would be handed down flashing the warning ‘Fragile; Handle with care’. Maybe your heart breaks like mine...

I dipped my feet into the warm dreamy waters of working from home after ditching my day job four years ago. I envisioned a cozy life, blissful even. The plan was to achieve my career goals while savoring my kids’ milestones and giggles. I felt like a cute little ice...

I grew up grateful that my parents were not excessively strict with us. They let some of our mistakes slide. Mom, for instance, didn\'t always crack the whip when my sisters and I forgot the boiling milk on the fire till the raging flames had obliterated the last drop. With...

The speed at which my kids flip from being best friends to rivals is dizzying. One moment they are cuddled up in a hug with my preschooler declaring her endless love for her younger sister. The next moment they are in a fierce tussle over a toy. Never mind that...

As is our confidence, so is our capacity - William Hazlitt. My jaw drops every time I stumble upon a child dripping confidence. Childish innocence wrapped in confidence is nothing short of surreal. I would love the confidence bug to gnaw on my kids in their tender years. In my...

It was a normal slow evening in my parent’s house. We had our usual chit-chat during dinner and prayed together as a family. As if on cue, we then dragged our knackered bodies to bed. Before long, the house was still. Those who snored were slowly gaining momentum. Those who...

I spend a lot of time hurling life-saving instructions at my daughter. “Please climb down, don’t touch that, stop poking your sister\'s eyes, don’t put that in your ear, be still child!’’....you get the drift. It’s (mostly) exasperating.

Like a ferocious whirlwind, technology is rapidly evolving, leaving a trail of change in its wake. It often feels like we are panting for breath in our clamour to keep up with the mind-blowing advancements.  Think for a moment if our forefathers made a comeback. I suppose they would cry...

My kids have completely overhauled my life. It looks like they took an eyeful of my life’s priorities and had a long belly laugh. They then made it their mission to sift through the list, weeding out the baggage and all vanity, leaving only the things that really matter. Thank...

We all want to raise our kids right. Don\'t we all desire decent kids that will make our hearts swell with pride because of their propriety? Kids that say ‘thank you’ and ‘please’ without being pressed? That is why we need practical discipline strategies when our children are still in...

I grew up watching the robust sermons of the late Dr. Myles Munroe. In my teen years, I would have preferred to watch the movies and TV series of the day. But my dad would have none of that. Not in his house. So when my siblings and I would...

Growing up, my sisters and I loved to round up in the kitchen and sing our voices hoarse. The Christmas season was particularly special. It was the peak for our kitchen choir. We had so many songs to sing, often spoilt for choice. One of our favorite songs was ‘A...