Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts
Showing posts with label parents. Show all posts

January 21, 2014

Are we 'good' parents? ~ Challenges of parenthood

Posted by Narayani Karthik at 5:27 PM 8 comments
A couple of weeks ago, we had attended a party. And the following conversation took place between a parent and his three year old son. Sample this!

The father: “Beta! Life me apna haq cheen ke lena chaiye, maangke nahi! Samjhe!”

The son (with two chocolates in hand), now looking at a smaller child with a smaller chocolate: “Accha papa! Thik hai! To main uske haath se chocolates cheen ke lata hun!”

The father said nothing. Although he held his son’s hands back, he stood there smiling, as if that was precisely what he had expected his son to do.

The above conversation rattled the pit of our stomachs as my husband and I turned our faces away in disgust. After the party ended and as we drove back home, my husband started explaining to our son about what good manners mean. And the first thing he said, “Never hurt someone smaller or weaker than you. Bullying someone only shows your cowardice.” And, this had to be made clear to our son, as we all were spectators to the episode (including my two and a half year old son). Our son nodded and both father and smiled as the understanding between them was clear and crisp. I looked out of the car window, trying to adjust to the nippiness of the starry winter night, and then a series of questions with the same word hit me, “Are we obsessed parents?”, “Are we competitive parents?”, “Are we cool parents?”, Or “are we just regular parents?” And, that is when I decided, I had to write.

Oh well, let me just group parenting as ‘obsessed, ‘competitive’, ‘cool’ and just ‘regular’. ‘Obsessed’ means, keeping a 24/7 watch on the kids and restraining the kid’s actions most of the time in the fear of being ridiculed for the child’s childlike behaviour. Precisely, they can’t bear the thought of risk (of any kind). The ‘cool’ breed is the one that loves to parade their kids in funky outfits, often trying to get them to look like some child rock stars just getting ready to talk/scream and gyrate like adults. And then, there is the ‘competitive’ breed who are always on a watch as to what other kids are doing and then getting their own kids to do the same.  Finally, there is this regular breed which is seldom known but much common, where parents try hard to raise their kids with caution and at the same time, do not push them around much, giving them their own little space.

Now all the breeds that exist are somewhere influenced by their own upbringing. Some love to pamper their kids rotten. Some love to live their dreams through their kids. Some raise their kids with an iron hand, trying to bring them up with utter control and not letting them have their way for anything. Some love to give all those comforts to their kids, of which they themselves were deprived of. And some, raise their kids with the perfect understanding of when to spare the rod and when not to. Of course, like children, parents too evolve with time. So it would be difficult to comment on parenting styles. 

But then, there are certain habits and manners a child needs to understand the importance of such as,
  • Finishing morning ablutions on time
  • A hearty breakfast that must have milk, A healthy lunch with green vegetables, cereals and pulses, A light dinner followed by a glass of milk.
  • Lot of physical activity, creative learning and social interaction
  • Reading good books and listening to good music
  • Wishing elders promptly by the time
  • Sharing toys and books with friends
  • Following the rule of ‘A place for everything and everything at its place’
  • Throwing the waste in the dustbin
  • An evening of games and company
  • And a prayer to the Almighty at night, thanking Him for food to eat, clothes to wear and for the roof above the head

Of course, I am not a parent who can, at this stage say, “Oh! Been there, done that!” I am yet to cross the bridge as of now. And I am also fully aware of the challenges that lie ahead, as kids for most part of their lives, are influenced by the surroundings they live in. So, as far as inculcating good manners are concerned, I will definitely strive hard for that. It will be a daunting task as it is for every parent. But then, there are good examples around too. As my husband keeps telling me time and again, “Sweetheart! Thank all the parents you meet in life. The ones who teach you how to raise kids and also the ones who teach you how not to!”

Isn’t it? Absolutely!

P.S: The other day, after both my husband and our son came back home after a long drive, my husband removed his shoes and placed them in the shoe cabinet. As he turned around, our son was holding his pair of shoes waiting to place them in the shoe cabinet, right next to his father’s. We smiled at each other.

If you want your child to build a good character,

You be the inspiration, you be the example!


January 7, 2012

My parents are STILL on facebook.

Posted by Chandana at 12:00 PM 16 comments

While the whole world has moved on from Facebook to twitter, there are some people who are still trying to get the hang of Facebook. Don't believe me? Read on!

I started using Facebook properly only in 2010. And by properly I mean stalking people, checking their 'exotic trip to the island' photos, trying to guess who her boyfriend was in the group photo, checking out her sari and makeup in her wedding photos (and bitching about it because I wasn't invited), secretly being jealous of all those who were vacationing in Greece and Swiss Alps and liking every damn thing in my path. Phew! Did I miss anything? No? Okay then!

Before all this, I only had an account, a dummy account. We had no access to internet in office and I worked close to 12 hours a day including weekends. We would spend hours in office making fun of "those people" who seemed to find it impossible to go about their day without sharing every second of their life on fb.. Updating their status messages every other second, posting photos everyday.. I thought I would never ever do that until i discovered it was only a lack of internet connection that was stopping me. So it was no surprise when I jumped onto the bandwagon with the rest of the guys.. it went on for a while.. was fun, entertaining, great way to catch up on gossip.. until.....

.... my parents ( read plural ) were on FB...

Initial shock led to some real good fun ( kidding!... about the shock part not the fun part )

Dad - What is this wall? What does wall mean? Hey is this your profile? Show me your friends list.. I want to see...what was that girl's name.. in school? That girl... who always got first rank..? Hey this guy is that guy.. he dint give those farewell photos.. that guy right?.. What was his name? Hey she looks the same! where is she now.. what is she doing? 
Who is this boy? Why is he commenting on your pics? Who is this boy? And this? Why are there so many boys? (By now I am pulling my hair out)

Okay okay no more boy questions but what is this wall? 

:|

Thats my dad - A hundred questions, no patience to wait for answers, and Me- no patience to answer.
But he got the hang of it pretty quick, his list of friends is increasing day by day and threatning to take over my number! Apart from ocassionally worrying and questioning me about some weird status message that I put up, my dad is a very cool friend to have on my list. Much much better than my mom.

Ok here we go. Mom. On facebook. BIG mistake.

1. She forgets the id with which she should login. Reason being she has so many accounts. (one yahoo + one gmail = too many to remember)
2. The moment she logs in, she'll call me, and the doubts begin.
    "Ok last time. now tell me.... how do I go to my wall?"
    "Is this my wall or your wall?"
    "If I am on my wall, why am I seeing your updates?"
    "But I see your updates on your wall also!" 
    "How do i post on your wall? (grinning) I used the right word na.. posting na.. correct?"
    
Just break the damn wall already! 

    (shouting from the hall.. and am in my room)
mom - ok after commenting, what am I supposed to do?
me - (confused irritated expression) what do you mean? log off, browse, do whatever you want!
mom - I want to see the comment I put...
me - (grumble and get up) you are supposed to click on 'post comment'.. only then it will be posted na..  obvious na...
mom - ok where is it.. I cant see...
me - Mommmmm!!! scroll down!!!!
mom - ok ok dont shout.. ok done.. thats all..?

Trust me. She enjoys me screaming at her.

3. She has 11 friends. That includes all our family. 
4. She wants to learn to upload pictures.. it takes me 2 days to teach her after which she promptly forgets. And calls me when am on the way to a movie with doubts. I come home and end up selecting and uploading all the pics. ( Though I crib, we spend many happy hours wasting time together *grin* )
5. And as if to prove my point, she just called me and said "Hey it seems Uma aunty commented on some photos.. check and tell me.. and reply to them.. bye"

:|

So they are on Facebook. They are all over my blog. And now my mom wants to learn twitter. God save me!


 

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