We all know that mothers get judged no matter what we do. We also get pitted against each other in Mommy Wars – The breastfeeding Moms vs. The Formula Moms. The Stroller Moms vs. The Baby-wearing Moms. The Working Moms vs. The Stay At Home Moms. Then there are the moms like me – who work from home full-time. We confuse people. Which neat little box do we go into?
I am a full-time writer with three books to my name and two kids under the age of five. I work from home and to
Being a new parent is definitely a challenge, and the advice of our family and friends is intended to help us deal with this challenge. I agree that sometimes, this is how parents stumble upon the best parenting hacks ever. But I also think that there are no guarantees! Presenting in no particular order three pieces of 'well-intended' baby care advice that I regret having listened to. They only resulted in discomfort for my baby and me. Read the rest of this article that is g
One of the many 'blessings' of becoming a mother is that pretty much everyone thinks that they are entitled to an opinion on your life. The world in general, has an opinion on everything – the way you give birth, the way you choose to nourish your child and the way you choose to raise your kid, amongst others. Sarcasm aside, there have been some valuable nuggets of information along the way, but it is hard to deny the very many stupid remarks that I have been subject to as th
Modern motherhood has become nothing less than an art form. A mother, ‘the perfect mother’ rather, is supposed to be a nutritionist, a chauffer, an artist, an organizer, a craftsperson and a chef, in addition to making sure that she sources everything organically, keeps her kids screen-free, is hands-on and has a personality of her own, as well. Quite a mouthful, don’t you think? Yet there seems to be intense pressure on us moms to be all of the above. We are constantly bomba
My four-year-old daughter was sitting at her desk, carefully colouring in something. I squatted beside her as my one-year-old son crawled around happily beside me. ‘What are you doing, sweetheart?’ I asked. She looked up with a smile and showed me her masterpiece. It was a picture of the Indian Flag that she had drawn herself.
The kids were discussing world cultures in my daughter's pre-school, here in Manila, Philippines. And she was representing India. Though both my child
Giving birth is one of the most transformative experiences that can happen to a woman. Your life as you knew it officially ends as soon as you are handed your baby. Though no one disputes this, many are quick to judge the manner in which your baby decides to come out of you. There are those who feel like there is only one way to get that baby out and that is by natural, unassisted birth and that having to undergo a caesarean section or a C-section as it is normally called, me
Most of us have seen that advertisement for a fairness cream (this is the point where I want to start raging about products like those, but I don’t want to digress) where a girl wants to become an air-hostess to become the ‘son’ her family never had. She slaps some lotion on, changes her skin colour and lands a job as an air hostess without doing anything but smile while getting interviewed.
((Side Note: What is this magical airline that hires people without asking them a si
Sometimes we get so caught up in the day-to-day work of motherhood, that it is hard to gauge whether you are actually enjoying what you do. The thing is that since being a mother is not technically a job, it is hard to actually quantify whether you like what you do or whether you are just going through the motions of parenthood.
So, here is something that I put together based on my experiences with my kids. Read the full article here
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Yes, you read that headline right. I know you must be wondering what this post is doing on a parenting site and wondering whether this was written by a mother at all. To put your mind at ease, yes I am a mother. I am a full-time, work from home mother with two kids under the age of five. I also live outside India, far away from doting grandparents and I put in a lot of work to raise my kids. Yet nothing irks me more than when people casually remark that I might be working so
One of the saddest memories of my childhood was seeing a cousin of mine being beaten with a belt in front of his peers. There were five of us between the ages of nine to twelve and we were at a wedding. The bride and groom had stepped out of the Mandap to eat and the guests had dwindled. Seizing the opportunity, we pounced on the flowers decorating the stage, gaily pulling it off the strings they were tied to and scattering petals everywhere. We were caught up in the innocent