A couple of years back I wrote on inter-faith parenting, and the kind of religious beliefs we want to pass on to our child. It seems to me that since then, contempt, hateful trolling and intolerance have just been on the rise. Or is it that we now have easy platforms to spew and vent…
Category: Parenting
Schooling update: choosing right and wise as R transitions to a ‘big school’
My posts on schooling, especially alternative schooling are the most popular and re-read ones on this blog so I thought I would write a little bit more on what we intend to do for Rumi’s schooling over the next couple of years. I want to start off by talking a little about ‘the right school’;…
When kissing is as offensive as murder
Recently there was a post on one of the many parenting forums I’m on, asking for recommendations to watch with the family. “Please no violence and murder” the post said and “no kissing-vissing, only clean family fun”. It made me pause for a minute and think about how kissing which is such an inherent, instinctive…
On kindness and loving yourself, especially when the world does otherwise
For many days now, Rumi has been struggling with her friends. It is all minor issues from what to play and where to play but I see some inherent conflicts and they worry me. One part of it is language. Her friends often call her ‘bavlat’ and ‘murkha’ (stupid, moron) and are generally quite rude…
“What’s for dinner?”
Wasn’t it a lovely, blissful time when we could casually throw around questions about the next meal and it was Mum’s job to make something hot and delicious on demand? (I say Mum because Abbu started cooking for me only after I got married; making apricot custard and chicken from Sanjeev Kapoor books!) And then…
What MasterChef Australia has taught me about parenting
Yesterday my husband and I watched the Season Finale of MasterChef Australia Season 10 with a heavy heart. While both of us had rooted for Sashi and he is a truly deserving winner, we felt really heartbroken for the other wonderful finalist Ben. And now the 9 o’ clock dinner slot feels strangely…
