The pink beauty from our garden!

 

The Rubik's Cube - ParenthoodDiaries #90

Summer holidays are the best part of childhood. Our boys are having a blast these days. One of them is particularly after the Rubik's Cube. It's great to see their appetite to do new things!! 

English is fun - ParenthoodDiaries #89

 English is fun at times.

We were trying to teach English to Bharat & Bhuvan. In that process, my husband asked them one day - "What is your mother tongue?"

One of them replied - "My mother tongue is in my mother's mouth"

Later, when we explained them what mother tongue is, they asked - "ok, then what is father tongue?"

What would I say, well, I said - "Only mother tongue is considered, there is nothing like father tongue"

They were like - "Why only girls have tongue on their name, why not boys?"

Now this adds to their growing list of such questions, another one has been - "Why only girls can deliver small babies, why not boys

?".

I'm realizing that we cannot keep gender away really, though we don't want kids to feel any gender differentiation.

 I visited the Olympic Museum in Switzerland, a few months ago. There was a little souvenir that caught my attention with the following written on it - "The struggle is noble".

Although the quote was intended for the Olympians, I could pretty much relate to it in no time.

At times, we strongly want certain things to happen to us. However, we also feel nervous about them happening, since they come with humongous responsibilities. The nervousness kicks in deeper, when we realize the hard fact that there would be a lot of circumstantial support needed, with a lot of struggle en route.

What helps us to fight out the nervousness is our ability to internalize the noble outcome of the struggle; our strong belief that "It's worth it". Once we internalize it, we are ready for the face-off. Come what may, we find out the ways to execute our responsibilities, one at a time or all at once!

Systems engineering and motherhood! - ParenthoodDiaries #88

 Systems engineering is continuing to deepen within me, courtesy my motherhood journey.

Every single time I'm vague in telling things to my kids or when I just go with implicit understanding, they ask me to specify.

"Amma, do you need us to get 5 things or 6 things?"

"Do you want us to come back home within 30 minutes or 45 minutes?"

"No, it's not black colour, it's a grey shade"

"It's not 10'o clock, it's 10 hours 10 minutes"

"Why didn't you say you meant 'Eyes'' and not 'Ice'?"

"Why didn't you say that the wall-clock would break if I hit a sixer?"

"What do you mean the sunrise happened, is the sun at 15 degrees or 30 degrees now?"

As the kids grow, the depth of their questions is growing! I'm certain of a great difficulty, but a beautiful ride ahead.

I wonder how closely merged 'life' and 'work' are, and how easy it is to hit the balance if we get habitual to look at them in the right perspective, if not always but a majority of times!