People never understand the importance of my work. Whenever friends and family make plans and I chose to opt out because of work, they exclaim -” We work full time and yet manage to make plans on weekends. You are working from home and should easily pull out time at your own whims and fancies.” They believe that my job is not a job but just means of keeping myself engaged.
The moment I saw those two lines on Prega News my life changed. For better or worse? I am yet to figure that out! 😛 But jokes apart, when I was pregnant, I always wanted my baby to come out soon and relieve me of …
I used to fantasize about a lot of things when we decided to plan a baby. The kind of room I would set up for him/her. The kind of nutritious, organic food I would give my baby. The kind of toys I would buy for …
Whenever I read about you or heard about you, I always wondered if such people really exist. How would it be to live with one? Never in my dreams did I know that of all the desires I had, god would address this futile curiosity of mine. Read on to know more about my experiences with an OCD.
I started potty training my son at the age of 11 months when he started sitting in a place for some time. I personally started with poop training. He made some peculiar facial expressions when he wanted to poop and I just rushed him to the potty seat. Gradually by 14 months of age, he was fully potty trained. He would tell me when he wanted to poop. I would say poop training was a breeze as compared to pee training that came with its own peculiar problems.
Post-delivery, when I got a sterilizer, I was criticized for being so fussy with the baby to even sterilize his spoons. When he turned 5 months old and was about to start crawling, my worries skyrocketed to the peak. I shared my apprehensions with my MIL and she promptly discarded them saying – “Don’t be overprotective of him. I don’t understand why parents these days don’t allow the caterpillar to crawl out of the cocoon. We grew up crawling in the kacha angan and we are more fit and healthy than your generation. Let him fight with the germs and gain resistance.” I acknowledge her thoughts but we must also appreciate the fact that most of our grannies used to stay in joint families, so there used to be more heads to supervise and take care of the baby 24×7 and hence, lesser chances of the baby hurting himself. Also back then, the bacteria were not as resistant as they are today because of the rampant use of antibiotics in crops and even medicines. Hence today, prevention is the best cure, especially for babies whose immune system is still not developed.
He did everything small and big so that I don’t miss my mom and home. From a simple ‘hello’ he knows what mood I am talking in. Without explicitly expressing he knows about my desires and does everything possible to fulfill them.
Last week I went to a cousin’s marriage where all our kids met for the 1st time. The kids were playing amongst themselves when my cousin’s 9 year old son exclaimed, “Now I will get one more rakhi from my little sister!” The little girl’s …
The moment i decided to get my son admitted in a play school, all elders in the house sympathized with my son – “Poor soul. You have to start studying at such a tender age. But these days competition is so high. So you have to start early. You will be made to study and now you have to study for the enitire life.” I immediately diverted his attention to his books and told aunties that he loves his books and I don’t think he will have a tough time.
But it struck me that somewhere we are only responsible for developing the anxiety in children. So here are few ways to I follow to fight that anxiety.
I personally feel that as women are getting more and more empowered to make their choices, they are tending to lose their identity. We opt for choices which people force us to. We mould our decisions according to the likes and dislikes of the society. We accept whatever we feel would be looked upto by others.