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It was a sunny afternoon in high school and our business teacher was teaching her heart out. I on the other hand was trailing off, my eyes giving in to the allure of a siesta. I knew she loathed seeing us nod off in her class. She perpetually made it clear that it was a […]

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 possible on God\’s green earth!”

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 us. We love our parents

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, you are the best” that

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 it off her chest. “I

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 because you have missed that

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 cream cone topped in caramel

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 a dampened heart, she would

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 there are oodles of other

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 occasional bizarre musings, I wonder