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Parenting during the Social media era: Reflections

Parenting during the Social media era: Reflections

Last week I started working on a blog post, on chores for kids and why we need them. I’d just found the images for the post and as I settled down to write the piece, my husband signalled that I should check my e-mail. Raising an eyebrow, I complied and as I clicked on the new mail icon, my heart leaped in joy.

There, in a beautiful folder on our private, shared account was a photo album of Gy. It contained photos of my daughter captured over the last 10 years! Right from the moment she was born till earlier this year, when I captured a recent image of her, there they all were.

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Confessions of an Exhausted Mom

Confessions of an Exhausted Mom

Last night, I came home from a meeting and sat on my couch, fatigued by the weight of traffic that had been my companion for two hours. I then walked towards the kitchen and my eyes fell on the empty bottles of dish washing liquid that stood on the kitchen sink. They appeared to mock me, sneeringly hold me in contempt, as if to say, ‘You forgot. Yes, you did. How could you?’

As I gripped the granite counter top and stared at them, tears threatened to spill over. Tears. Over dish washing liquid. I couldn’t believe it had come to this.

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How & When to have the Puberty Talk with your Daughter

How & When to have the Puberty Talk with your Daughter

Puberty talk. Adolescence. Hormones. Growing up.

It’s that phase when you go through every imaginable change possible and are confused, worried and wondering what on earth happened with your body. We’ve all been through it. Yet, how many of us are comfortable talking about it with our kids, our daughters and our sons?

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Of Blanket Forts, Parenting guilt and Holiday moments

Of Blanket Forts, Parenting guilt and Holiday moments

Shrieks of ‘It’s done! I’m free!’ rent the air outside my door at 1 pm this afternoon. It was Gy back from school, having written her last exam for the academic year. The joy in the air was so thick I could have cut it with a butter knife.

Her cheeks were flushed with joy when I opened the door to greet her. Flinging herself into my arms, she exclaimed, ‘It’s my Independence Day.’ Rolling my eyes at the hyperbole, I said, ‘Really?’

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