Why I Stopped Caring About My Kid’s Birthday Party
“Holy shit!!!” I thought, as I walked into the venue for the fourth birthday party of my friend’s kid. It was glorious and deeply personal. No expense had been spared, and more importantly, no …
The Parent and School Relationship: The Blame Game for Adults
“Why do they go into a lecture mode?” complained my husband. We were at a parent session on children’s health and fitness, organized by my son’s play school. The meeting had started out well …
Flavy Reawakened My Inner Child
“Is Flavy the Flatbed truck a girl or a boy?” I asked my husband. “A girl, definitely. At least, she sounds like a girl.” I was unsure, because most characters on Car City make mumbling sounds. …
The Authorized Signatory
As my hand hovered over the cheque, I shivered a little. This was the first time I was signing a cheque in lakhs of rupees and, despite my questions, I only understood 10% of what had been …
I Look at the Mirror and I See Someone Else
“No!” My son cries adamantly looking at a picture of my husband and me. “This is didi and bhaiya!” He refuses to believe that the picture, taken only a few years back (three, to be exact), is of …
Dispatches from the Ruins of My Orderly Life
“Just finish this last one thing,” a part of me urges, as the other part of me counts down to 6 pm — the time, that each and every day, invariably and definitely, I am hit by an avalanche …
Walking The iPad Line
“Come home and bring your son as well,” my friend invited. “We can hang out, and our kids can be entertained by my son’s nanny — the TV!” My friend is funny, so I laughed. But I realized …
The Value of Chores And Work
“Didi, Amma ke liye paani leke aao….” And just like that, effortlessly, my son had delegated the work (given to him as a distraction) to his nanny. A manager in the making… or a brat? I suspect …
The Consequences of Having A Second Child
“How??? You are almost 40!” exclaimed my mother, when she saw me packing up some of my son’s paraphernalia — his baby carrier, car seat, and other odds and ends of infanthood – for storage. …
Gender Parity, Up Close and Personal
“Why does this not worry you???” I ask exasperated. “Do you not care which school your son goes to?” My husband shrugs casually, “Okay, so what school do you want for him?” “Does it matter? He …
A Birth Experience Like No Other
The puppies are here! All five of them! Though it could have been seven. The first was a stillborn. The little baby lay lifeless as Rafa tried to lick her back to life. Our attempts at …
An Unplanned Pregnancy
Rafa, my 4-year-old mutt, was a little unwell. It wasn’t clear what was wrong with her. Maybe a stomach bug, I thought. Thankfully, there was no temperature and she was eating alright, so I …
A Reserved Child (and Mom) on the Dancefloor
“Oh no!” I groan to myself when I see the dance instructor walk into my son’s playschool classroom. The instructor is an enthusiastic fellow with good moves. He’s friendly, too; the other kids …
The Battle for Consistency in Parenting
I wasn’t there for two consecutive days to put my son to bed – so the nanny did. He didn’t fuss much. She has her bedtime routine, holding and rocking him. It works for him. But it doesn’t work …
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