We are all born free, creative and happy. Then why do we let these be taken from us – the freedom to dream, the creativity to discover things on our own and the happiness that lights up our eyes.
Stay a child at heart and there would be less sorrows, less heartbreaks and less stress. Sprinkle some humour, add some forgiveness and stir in tons of kindness. There I just spilled the beans on bringing back the joys of childhood into our uber rushed lives!
Catchy title but does that even exist? Not the word of course but the ideology. In today’s hyper competitive world with global aspirations and shrinking humanity can the beta generation even afford to be free from pressure?
Maybe yes. If they are bought up minus the burden of their parents aspirations. Maybe yes if they are free from the traditional norms society has set to define success, achievements and accomplishments. Maybe yes if they find their own definition of work and play.
Maybe yes if they create more than consume. Maybe yes if they free play more than attending scheduled classes. Maybe yes if we mentor them more than we coach them. Maybe yes if we let them be the kids they are meant to be ❤️
So the kid comes back from school and is recollecting his day over meal. When I asked about the highlight of the school today, he mentioned fellow classmates getting trophies and certificates for great performances in sports.
He ended it by saying why don’t I get such trophies. And it left me a bit surprised that a 7 year old is defining his sense of achievement openly. Happy I was to hear him understand and appreciate someone’s achievements and wish to emulate the same. At the same time sad I was that the kid felt small about himself.
So I reminded him of his acts of kindness from a day before. He was on his best behavior leading a younger kid – hosting, engaging and trying to connect with him. To me his being kind, social and adjusting is the biggest trophy any parent can ever get.
A supportive hubby is a fundamental necessity for any working woman. Once the invisible load is shared equally, it gives wings to both spouses to fulfill their ambitions. Alas fully trained husbands are superbly low in supply. So here’s how to become an in-house trainer.
The early bird catches the worm so can be applied to the boyfriend as well. So start early by constructing simple single verb tasks for him. Keep doling out atomic tasks thereby enabling him to manage the whole area say laundry or dishes end to end by the end of the training period.
Nothing better than training our sons – after all childhood lessons shape the personality. Teaching life skills like cooking, meal planning, running a home to a boy ensures we add to the supply pool of future ‘trained husbands’. Yes you can thank me later.
Sharing our day’s highlights over dinner. Sundays spent tending the garden, washing the car and plucking fruits as cherished prizes. Of course mom cooked a sumptuous meal of chicken curry rice and it was topped off by jalebi (indian dessert cooked like churos but dipped in sugar syrup after frying). Mom & dad gave us the best childhood we could ever have had. Yeh meri family hai.
Waking up to the sound of prayers and the smell of incense sticks. Breakfast laid out, our favourite dishes made all at one go. Mummy and papa (read husband’s parents or my parents in laws) pampering us to bits. Yeh meri family hai.
Building new rituals of hiking, spending time in nature, conscious spending and repurposing broken things. Proud of our values, our principles and ever evolving bond. Yeh meri family hai.
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