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.
Every second person I meet has a clingy toddler. Their families keep reiterating – ‘The baby doesn’t interact with strangers. If she sees her mother then she won’t come to anybody else’s lap.’ Some grandparents frown that “The mother has spoilt the child and she doesn’t want the baby to interact with anybody else but the mother herself. She is just glued to her mother always.” On the other hand there are mothers who get tired of listening to such remarks and also carrying their babies for so long. Here I am sharing few tips to deal with your clingy baby better.
Shaming a person is no way of encouraging him/her to embrace a particular belief or culture. If you can’t praise and admire someone, then please don’t condemn them so much so that they lose all respect for you and forget all the good work you have done for ages. Finally, I don’t know how to wear a saree. I am definitely not proud of the fact but I am not ashamed even.
Uma belonged to a small town in Kumaon reigon, Uttarakhand. She led a simple life as a homemaker and took care of her household duties and in-laws. She was blessed with 3 beautiful daughters and as they reached their teens, everybody in her town exclaimed …
Anjali was wise enough to make the best use of all the waste and gave a new look to the entire house without a penny of investment. Her neighbors always praised her for managing the household expenses so well and hence, leading a comfortable lifestyle. Anjali was contented with whatever little they had but she always aspired to give the best to her children. A year down the line, people had already started blessing her –“May god grant you a beautiful son.” and god heard them.
With my graduation hat on, the Director’s Gold Medal shining around my neck and holding the degree proudly, I was standing in front of a wall that read ‘Indian Institute of Managerial Science’ and behind the lens was my fiancé, clicking candid pics of mine. …