Like most mothers, I like to think that I am a loving mom who dotes on her child. I see to his well being and safety at all times. I ensure that he is well fed, well clothed, well educated, well this and well that.
Am I doing enough ? Am I doing it right?
Often, we as mothers, believe that being a ‘mom’, pretty much puts us in the ‘We are really doing our best here and if anything needs to change around here, it’s something else’ (most cases the father!) category. We look after our children, keep house and many times also do a ‘paid’ job. I think most moms would go “You really think that we can do more!”.
Well, yes. Continue reading “Angry Parents”
Summer of three.nine
When Tej was over three years last summer, I decided it was a good time for him to start learning to swim. I would have liked to have him start earlier, but I didn’t know of any facility in our neighbourhood where such small kids can learn. So anyway, I and Harshad took him to the coach at a nearby swimming pool. He was the one who had taught both me and Harshad and we knew him well.
On the first day, I took Tej down to the kids pool, which is about 4 ft in depth, and introduced the coach to him. Tej was not interested in the coach but in watching the scenes all around. Children shivering at the edge, some sobbing. I knew this wasn’t the ideal setting in which to start. But what followed was a disaster. Tej just refused to get into his trunks at all. I stood with him by the side of the pool and thus passed the first day watching by the side. As did the whole of the month. Continue reading “Chronicles of a mom whose child is learning to swim”
I read an article in the Indian Express about a small band of courageous parents who not just not send their kids to school, they don’t school them at all! I read it with great interest. I knew of course about home schooling, where children are tutored at home. But not schooling at all was a new thought for me.
Like many parents, I have little respect for ‘rote learning’, the ‘no freedom to express yourself in your own creative way’, ‘no scope to learn at one’s pace’ and other annoying features of a regular school. Continue reading “Unschoolers”