They say the first year in a child’s life is the provides the most exponential growth period in anyone’s life, adolescence coming a close second. The physical, mental, and emotional growth is nothing short of astounding. This is a period of so much growth for the parent as well as I can honestly say that I have really evolved as a person in the last 12 months. Here is some new perspective I have gathered as a parent so far:
I have grown up with the knowledge that human beings have three basic needs, food, clothing, and shelter. As a parent, I know instinctively that this is the bare minimum I must strive to provide for my offspring. After acquiring the three, getting my young one to utilize and appreciate them is kind of challenging. Ok. Not the shelter so much, though he mostly prefers the outdoors. However, putting clothes on him counts as a workout these days. Feeding him has me in the market for a hazmat suit (thank you New Yorker cartoon for this suggestion) and summoning all my patience convincing myself that he will eventually get it, food is for his own benefit.
I have concluded that either, parents suffer from amnesia, lie through their teeth, or think that if they say that they remember how it felt like to not be parents […]
There are so many differences between the time my mother raised me and the time period that I am raising my child. My mother calls my parenting style, new-age parenting and constantly comments on how things have changed. Some things she finds completely astounding, some she actually relates to and says her generation did something similar and others she actually says she wishes she knew then.
Whenever you look around, you see images of women who seem to be doing it all and without breaking a sweat. You see mothers who handle successful careers, having functional relationships, parenting the perfect kids and still manage to smile almost round the clock and going on and on how motherhood is the most beautiful and glorious thing that ever happened to them.
Coming into motherhood, all I knew about breastfeeding was that it was apparently the best way to nourish my child and that it would help burn the pregnancy weight. All the photographs you see and stories told to paint a fairy tale experience that makes you really want to be part of the club.
I love being a mother. I feel like I should put this up as a disclaimer for people who may be quick to judge me for this piece based on the title. I love my little boy. The way he smiles at me and melts my worries at least for that moment. The way he knocks down my phone when he wants my attention while I'm talking to somebody on the other line. His tiny hands grabbing and burrowing into to me when a stranger wants to pick him up or just say hi. I could go on and on. Motherhood is one of the most beautiful things to happen to me and I shall forever be grateful.
Parenting is not easy. It may very well be the most challenging job I have or will ever have. It's also the subject that everyone wants to give advice on and I do mean everyone. Family, friends, strangers even the internet. All I am trying to do is raise a human being, while not losing myself and make enough to give my family a comfortable life.
My dear child, Back in the days, way back when I was younger, there was a love song that used to say “I knew, I loved you before I […]
Happy New year good people. I hope your holiday season was fantastic. To those that the holiday seasons were or are usually difficult, I send lots of hugs your way. It's that time when we are back to the grind or preparing to get back, Schools have re-opened basically, it's Njanuary and things are business as usual. In my house, we are still celebrating this week though, no not the holidays, despite how much I want to, but the fact that my baby just turned 6 months. We have a very curious, busy-body, 'talkative' and playful 6-month old
We all know at least one person who is Christmas obsessed, the kind of person that can have their decorations up from sometime in October to February if allowed. The person who derives some kind of strange pleasure from seeing Christmas decorations go up in malls and shops. That person who takes every opportunity to play Christmas music and will be focused on those predictable Christmas movies and even re-watch them. Yes, we all know at least one.
I have never been a champion sleeper. I am a light sleeper and sleep for very short ranges of time. Waking me up to go to school was as simple as calling my name once and in high school, I was a human alarm clock for those who wanted to wake up and read in the morning. I was more reliable than the alarm clocks they had and yet I did not own one
Newborns are cute, with their disproportionate head body ratio, sweet smell, adorable sounds, we can't help but love them, They can be a whole lot of work though, Show me a parent who isn't run down that first couple of months and we shall declare them superhuman. They feed-sleep-repeat and poop and pee in between, or in some cases like mine, poop as many times as they feed in about 2-3 hrs cycles. It doesn't help that the mother is recovering from delivery, and therefore also needs to rest.
As a new mother, everyone seems to have an opinion on how you are and should raise your child. Why is it that everytime a child cries everyone assumes they are hungry or aren't getting enough to eat?
I am an IT girl and naturally, I look to technology to hold my hand. My smartphone has come in really handy both during my pregnancy and parenting journey thus far.
One evening, as I sat with my mother, she noticed my sadness and pried to see what was upsetting me. So, I asked, “mom are my eyes big?” to which she promptly responded, “yes they are!” Right there and the floodgates opened. How could she? I trusted this woman to love and care for me, and make every wrong thing all right, yet she just agreed with my tormentors! I couldn’t take it, it was way, way too much!
The universe was having cosmic conversations with me, I feel like I have something to share with the world, what’s stopping me from sharing it? Nothing! Absolutely nothing.