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 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
The year 1996, I am 12 years old, living the usual fun childhood in Dubai. My parents break the news to me. We are moving to India.
Mom, me and my brother (my sister is already there in college). Dad will stay back and continue working.
I hear words like localisation, Emiritization, job risk, children’s future but my 12 year old brain doesn't make sense of it. Was I upset?
Not at all because I didn’t know the implications of such a move. Next thing I know, we are at the ai
Kickstarting Mothers Month here on The Times Of Amma, is Megha with an ode to her mother! Who ever said that being a mum and a career woman is a tough thing to do, because I have grown up watching my mom manage it like a walk in the park.
She is a career-oriented woman who never missed a PTA meeting or dance performances or Karate class and always made time for family.
I can talk to her about anything and I know that she won’t freak out, because like my friends say, my mom