Raising kids the way we were raised? Or raising kids for the future of tomorrow? A quirky conundrum every set of parent faces.
How about choosing a middle ground – being the eyes, ears for your kid but letting them think and speak for themselves. Let them be on their own, judge for themselves and even commit their own mistakes. As long as they don’t hurt themselves badly, I think we all owe ourselves the lessons we (l)earn!
Speaking everyday, yet connecting once a year. Knowing all about sport and not aware my own sibling is a tennis champ. Everytime I meet you I meet you for the first time. Happy Rakshabandhan didi.
Everytime I think I know you inside out, you come up with new lingo. Everytime I think I have taught you all, you come up with questions beyond. Everytime I think you are grown up enough, your emotions catch me. I gave you birth but you gave me life. Love you to the moon and back my child.
We met, we chatted, we fell in love. We married, we became parents, we got busier with our jobs. Days became weeks and weeks became months as we kept juggling the curveballs of life. A cup of tea here, a moment of quiet there is when a new you meets a new me.
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