Neethu Nambiar is a mother with a lot of passion and exuberance. I stumbled upon her vibrant account on Instagram and was inspired by how she breathes life and joy into even the most mundane of experiences. A content writer by profession and a jewellery maker by passion, Neethu is currently a full-time mother to her preschooler daughter. She is based with her family in Minneapolis. In this time and age where we are all in the hot pursuit of happiness and fulfilment, I believe
Dr. Swati Lodha, is the author of Amazon Bestseller Book titled 'Don't Raise Your Children, Raise Yourself' and and other Bestselling Books like 'Come On! Get Set Go' and Why Women are What They Are'. A Doctorate in Women Entrepreneurship, she is passionate about creativity and innovation. She has been Dean, Faculty of Management Studies, JNU and Director - AIMSR, Mumbai. She founded her first venture SWASH Pvt. Ltd 17 years ago which offers Training Courses to Youth, Profess
Welcome to yet another edition of the Times Of Amma Mompreneur series where we talk to mothers who have transformed their passions into money-making ventures. From online jewellery stores, to handmade craft collectibles to potential actualizing workshops and much more. We hope that their accounts of the highs and lows of their entrepreneurial journey will inspire other mothers to hold on to their dreams and follow them through.
Today we speak to Sheryl Salis, Nutritionist,
Rashmi Balakrishnan is a mother of two, with ten years of Corporate Experience. She is also a freelance writer who has been published in various journals.
Rashmi is currently working on creating modules to start conversations with children on previously undiscussed topics. Part of this is a subject very close to her heart. - Child Sexuality Awareness. The Times of Amma got a chance to talk to Rashmi on the topic. She talked to us on how parents can do their bit and why Child
A mom is generally perceived as a person who has very soft hands (as they show in the advertisements), who is mature and understands the desires of her children without giving any indication.
Well, my mom belongs to a different cadre altogether!
My mother is a sportsperson, hailing from a village and a state shot-put champion with strong and rough hands. She is a person who gets excited when Dhoni hits a six and jumps, claps and hides herself in the kitchen during the last
It did not kill her spirit and she still greeted everyone with her sensational smile.
Inside, she was slowly building the courage to go under the laser... once again. Amma, as I call her, a likeable, sociable, home-making genius. I am sure my father would have been head over heels, when he first saw this eighteen year old beauty, a few days before their wedding. He would never concede to this however. She even had an offer to act in movies, but my grandmother would have none
As a parent you have this overwhelming sense of responsibility to teach your kids the right thing. Overnight you become this role model, this personification of virtue, put on a pedestal where you can do no wrong. I watch my words, I watch my temper, my table manners and even whether I am enforcing gender stereotypes.
However in this great effort of being a good mom, I realised I was missing out on the little things that my daughter was teaching me. There is so much that one
Unconditional, resilient, strong- traits that I see in the 3 women in my life. All my life I have seen my mum go the extra mile with my dad to ensure my happiness above all things. Much as I appreciated the efforts, what I did not fully comprehend was that your brain is constantly ticking to be one step ahead of your child, to think ahead of her needs, comfort, safety, future-until I became a mother myself. You are on the go so constantly that you have no time for yourself. W
Unconditional love |ənkənˈdiSH(ə)n(ə)l ləv| (adj,n) 1. Amumma Dear Amma, Two years ago you were wheeled into an operating room to treat an acute stomach ache. I spent my 23-hour flight to Bombay thinking of how I would sit beside you, cook for you and entertain you when you were discharged from the hospital. Just like you did for 31 years of my life. But I never did get the chance. I had never known of a life without you. The first person to hold me in the operating theater w
Defining my Amma is not at all easy for me, because she was so much a part of me.
There were no secrets between us and we kept nothing untold.
Evening tea times were the liveliest ones, when we used to sit and talk about the day’s events. All her temple acquaintances were familiar to me as my college friends and workmates were to her. Since she used to keep the family relations very much alive through phone calls and letters, I too remained well informed about my aunts an