Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Parenting. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 17, 2021

Two sides of the coin...



Have you ever heard the saying, “Having one child makes you a parent, having two, makes you a referee!”

If you are one of those, left blowing the whistle all the time, frantically pulling out strands of hair from your own head each time there’s a fight, you’d probably be nodding your head in agreement with me!

Has it ever occurred to you that the first one to complain, always meticulously tips the odds in their favour? How you are almost inclined to believe everything that they say, coming to a speedy conclusion that the other one is most definitely wrong? What do you do then? Do you pounce on the other one who hasn’t been giving a fair chance to put their side forth? Or do you make an attempt to listen to both sides of the story and then draw your own conclusions?

As a parent, we are sometimes forced to come to a decision – who’s right, who’s wrong? And many a time, we succumb. We look at it from the angle that looks best to us and pronounce our verdict. But that’s where I want you to pause and reflect.

Is coming to a decision that important? What impact does pronouncing your verdict have on the morale of the one whose side you have forsaken? Will it ruin relationships in the long run? If you don’t want to take sides, is there anything else you can do?

Well, I have been tempted to prove myself to be a fair judge when it has come to resolving quarrels between my children. But over time, I’ve found that I have also managed to hurt the other one unwittingly. That’s when I choose to pause and reflect. And the more I reflect, I also realise that this applies to every aspect of our relationship – be it a quarrel between spouses, between family members, between friends, or even at the workplace.

Why should there be a quarrel or fight between two people?

I’ve always heard my mother tell me, that just as all five fingers on our hand are different, so are people and their opinions. We are conditioned differently, we have learned differently, we have different experiences about life, and we have faced our struggles differently. How then can we think alike? We are bound to disagree.

But just because we disagree, does one person become right and the other wrong? Each one is right from their own point of view.

When it comes to siblings, we may argue that they have been brought up in similar environments, and have had similar life experiences and struggles, then why the difference? While that is true, how can we forget that they still continue to be different individuals?  

 

Do personal biases creep in when we are the judge?

We may say, that as parents, we really do not have favourites, when it comes to our children. While we may not have favourites, we do tend to go by previous experiences when dealing with our children. The one who has frequent temper tantrums, the one who habitually lies to escape punishment, the one who has anger issues, automatically finds odds against them even before the entire issue has been listened to! How often have we jumped to conclusions like - ‘The younger one is naughty, it is possible that he broke the vase’, ‘the elder one is always bossy, it is possible that he hit the little one,’ ‘he is well behaved all the time, he couldn’t have screamed at his friend.’     

When we solve fights between our children and their friends, the bias becomes pronounced. It is easy to take sides when we know just one of them – right or wrong, be damned (pardon the language). It is equally true when are dealing with two people having a disagreement, the weight always tips in favour of the one we know better.   

 

Are our one-sided decisions ruining relationships?

Definitely. Hearing only one side of the story, means we have no understanding at all.

I remember reading somewhere that, ‘Too many people speak after hearing just one side a story. Judging a situation without being there and knowing the actual facts, ruins lives and relationships. So it is best to know the full story before attacking someone and making false accusations.’       

Profound, right?

I found that whether it is a fight between my children or between adults, the first storyteller always modifies the story to suit their own agenda or for their own benefit. In a fight, everyone wants themselves to look innocent or good. Hardly anyone is going to own up to their own goof-ups.

The little one will sometimes come to me and say, ‘Dada hit me. I was completing my work, I didn’t do anything.’ Now I know the elder one is the stronger one, and he has bullied the younger one on some occasions, so do I lash out at the elder one based on the version given by the younger one? Do I take him to the task? Would I be right to judge without hearing the other side of the story?

Accusing someone takes a second, but the impact it has on their morale is immense. It leaves one with a feeling of not being trusted enough. It leaves them with an impression of being alone in an unfair world. And this is as much true for adults as it is for children.  

 

Is being a judge so important?

Children do keep quarreling all the time. the disagreements are bound to happen. Are we going to be pushed to take on the role of a referee all the time? 

Though thousands of books have been written on parenting, nothing teaches you to be a good parent except your own experiences! We learn from our errors and lapses in judgment.

Being a parent has taught me certain things. I’ve learned to listen to both sides of the argument without any bias in my mind. But most importantly, I’ve realised that only listening is important; a judgment is totally unnecessary. I only end up hurting one child if I support the other. No matter what the situation is, both have their own reasons why they did what they did.

What children need is not to tell them who is right or who is wrong, but to talk to them about their actions and see if anything could be done differently. Toning down my angry voice and talking to them calmly, resisting the urge to say, ‘You shut up and listen to me first,’ and letting them see how the same situation could have been handled differently, are some things that have helped me bring a sense of peace in the house.

Just listening to them, or maybe giving them a different perspective, has worked wonders. In the end, my goal is to make them love each other and respect each other’s boundaries without overstepping their own. By judging their actions, by holding them accountable, by hurting their feelings, or by punishing them, I realise that they are more likely to drift apart, hating each other rather than knowing that despite the differences, they should have each other’s best interest at heart.

 

Can we agree to disagree?

Whether it is at home or at the workplace, it helps to understand that not everyone can agree with you. They are as entitled to their opinions as you are to yours. Not agreeing with you does not make them a bad person, unless someone is doing it out of malice. Is it not possible to coexist being individuals with diverse opinions, each as unique as the person having them? Are our opinion and judgment so important that we place them above our relationships with others?

Can we just agree to disagree? Can we realise that there are indeed two sides to a coin?

  

 

 

Tuesday, October 20, 2015

Some people, I tell you....


I’m in the middle of an interview, and I can see the light flashing on my mobile telling me there’s a call from a neighbour in the apartment. I cannot take her call and so I continue with work. Once I’m done with the interview, I pick up my mobile to call her back. There are 6 missed calls from the lady. I suspect something must be very urgent, so I call right back.

Me: Hey P, I’m sor…

P: (In an angry tone) How many times I called you, why can’t you take my call?

(Okay, it is no rocket science to know that if someone hasn’t picked your call, either they are busy, or they are ignoring you and don’t want to pick your call, and in both cases, your question becomes irrelevant!)

(Yea, the angry tone did amuse me, because I don’t remember being in any kind of answerable relationship with her ever!)

Me: Sorry P, was busy with an interview, couldn’t speak to you…what’s up?

P: But you could have messaged me saying you were busy…

(Seriously? She couldn’t let this be?)

Me: No, I couldn’t, because I was recording the interview on my mobile. Can I know why you called?

P: Yeah, I’m also busy, I’ll come to the point.

(Yay!!)

P: Your younger son called my son “fatso….

Me: What????? You called me at office to tell me this??? See, I’m sorry, I’ll teach him not to call people names. Okay, I got to go now, bye.

P: He also called him a girl.

Me: Yep, noted, I’ll talk to the little one. Bye..

P: You can’t hang up…how can he talk to my son like that? It affects my son’s morale. He should have common sense….

(Now she had begun to get on my nerves…)

Me: That’s a 5 year old you are talking about, P, they are kids for god’s sake!! And I’m sorry again… I said I’ll talk to my child.

P: That’s what’s is so worrying, a small child should be taught what to talk and what not. In fact I called him to our house yesterday evening and he said I have to go to a party, he didn’t have to go anywhere, I know. He lied. Can you see how over-smart he is?

Me: That’s enough P, We did go a party last evening. See P, we shouldn’t be getting into this, let the kids handle it their way. They may fight today, they are friends tomorrow and we end up looking like fools.

P: No, I don’t agree, I will protect my child if people make fun of him. Are you denying that your son called my son fatso?

(Oh dear, this was not about to get over so soon..)

Me: I am not denying anything. Kids are capable of doing or saying anything. All I’m saying is let’s not drag ourselves into this. Why don’t you call all the kids and try to find out what happened.

P: I just spoke to your elder one half an hour ago and he accepted that his brother had called my son as fatso and girl.

(Ah!)

Me: Are you sure you spoke to my elder one today?

P: Yes, do you think I’m lying?

Me: No P, of course not. Did you call him up or speak to him personally?

P: Personally…

Me: Are you sure you spoke to MY son, maybe you mistook someone else for my son.

P: What nonsense, I know your kids.

Me: The elder one is in Kanyakumari right now, for a karate tournament…he will be back the day after tomorrow.

(Silence….)

(I’m enjoying the silence.)

Me: Hello?

P: I think I have an incoming call, I’ll speak to you in the evening.

Me: Sure.


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She’s not done yet. In the evening, she brings her sons to my house and summons all the kids.

(Seriously? How old is she??)

P: Did S call R as fatso?

(The heavy voice scares the kids and all fall silent.)

Me: Were you all playing together today?

Kids: Yes aunty.

Me: R is your friend, isn’t it?

Kids: Yes Aunty.

Me: It’s not right to call anyone names. They feel hurt. Don’t do it again, ok?

Kid 1: R’s mother told us some months ago that R is fat and so make him run and exercise. But he doesn’t run, so G told him 'are you a girl? Why aren’t you running?'

Kid 2: And we thought by irritating him and by calling him fatso, we can motivate him to run. We thought he will feel bad and start participating.

Kid 3 : R is a bully, he keeps pushing everyone. Today he pushed S from the slide and he hurt his knee. Since he couldn’t hit him back, he called him fatso out of anger.

Me: I get it. You did it out of good intentions, but it is still not ok to call anyone names. Come on now, say sorry to R and go out to play.

(Time for “an egg on the face” moment… she had called a 5 year old , liar, someone without common sense, and all that without verifying the truth..., she herself had effective lied, and behaved like someone without any sense, leave alone that which is common!! I wondered, if she'd have the guts to apologise...)

P: No need. We know how to take care of our kids.

(She turns to her kids and warns them not to play with the other kids and drags them home.)

I don’t know what to say!









Monday, July 27, 2015

Corrupting little minds...


Two shy and gawky tweens stood at the door to the children’s room, keenly observing the game of monopoly being played by a group of similarly aged kids inside. Their father was busy with a re-tiling work in the washroom, and since their school had broken for the holidays, they had accompanied him to work. Sonu saw the boys looking expectantly and called out to them.

“What’s your name”, he asked.

The elder of two smiled broadly and stepped forward, his hand on his chest, “My Mahesha”, he said, and then he placed his hand on his brother’s chest, “My Madesha”.

All the other boys laughed out loudly.

“Shhh...” said Sonu silencing them. “Mahesha, you must say, My name is Mahesha”, he corrected, “and my brother’s name is Madesha. Repeat,” he commanded.

The boy obediently followed.

“Very nice. But doesn’t Madesha speak? You tell your name now”, said Sonu.

The younger boy shyly followed suit.

“Do you want to play with us?” asked Sonu.

“Yes,” they chorused.

“So come in and sit down”, said Sonu asking the other boys to make some space for the two new friends to settle in.

“Cheee, he is sooo dark. Don’t you take bath?” said T covering his nose.

“Stop it T, that is rude”, said Sonu.

“I bath”, said Mahesha.

P and his brother R suddenly got up. “My mom said not to play with servants.”

“Your choice”, said Sonu. “But let me tell you, they don’t bite.”

“We have to take bath again if he touches us...”

“You are going to be missing out on all the fun."

P thought about it for a moment and then choose to continue playing. “Okay, we’ll play but don’t tell my mom”, he begged.

I had made some mango shake for the kids, and served it to them.

“Aunty, these two boys will also drink from these glasses? In our house we have separate glasses for servants”, P enlightened me.



What an education for such a young child, I thought! 

“Enjoy the shake”, I said as I left.


The boys played for quite some time till their father was done for the day. By the time they had been ready to leave, they had all become friends. The boys got invited to play cricket the following day.

The next day, as the gang enjoyed their game of cricket, I watched from the balcony, marvelling at how one determined person is enough to change the views of the group.

P’s mother was driving in from work and she saw her boys playing. Her eyes must have immediately caught the two unknown boys and stopped to ask P who they were. As I looked on in utter disbelief, she spoke something to the other boys and then literally dragged her kids home! Later, Sonu told me that she was angry for letting the two boys playing with them. He told her that they were all children of the same God, and it is not right to differentiate between them. She warned her kids against playing with any other kid in the apartment too and took them home.

In this day and age, if an educated, office going, lady could behave like that, imagine the garbage she’s polluting her kids’ minds with! 



Sunday, June 28, 2015

Quote Challenge- Day 1 of 3


My elder one, all of 11, is away for a Karate tournament in Chennai. This is the first time he is on his own, with just his team for company. The karate master has completely banned talking on the phone, except for once before bedtime. He called me up last night and the first thing he says is,

"Mamma, I am missing you, and I just wanted to hear your voice." 

It just melted my heart to hear that! Almost brought a lump to my throat. A mother's voice continues to be the most reassuring sound for a child, no matter how old he is, isn't it? And that is exactly what inspired the quote for today...

             A child may grow out of a mother's lap, but never out of her heart!"

Here's a collage of pictures of my first born, smug on my lap, clinging to me like he'd never let go and then all grown up and ready to fly! 






Thank you Parul for nominating me for this wonderful challenge. I have turned to quotes too many times to keep count of it now! And there is always that one perfect quote which totally sums up what I have in mind! 

On day one I nominate these three awesome bloggers, Chicky, Roshni and Devika to share their quotes with us...


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This is what the 3-Day Quote Challenge is all about.

1. Post one of your favorite quotes (different quote on each day) on three consecutive days. The quote can be from your favorite book, author, or your own.
2. Nominate 3 bloggers to challenge them.
3. Thank the blogger, who nominated you.

Sunday, May 10, 2015

Of Moms and Sons!!

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The other day, a friend commented about how I frequently change the pictures on the wall, “You must have a great collection, and even greater patience,” she said.

“No,” I told her plainly,” I’m a mom of two boys!!”

Moms who have only boys will know what I’m talking about. After a while, you just get used to damaged property and replacing and repairing, like that is what you were born to do. A cricket game that ends triumphantly with smashed window panes showering down like a meteor, broken picture frames that hang precariously from the wall begging you to get them off their perch, broken bones and bruises which teach you how you can get blood almost out of anything, patches of greasy palm prints and grafitti all over the walls, which by the way, reflect the sheer wastefulness of getting your home painted; I think you get the drift...yea, that’s what being a mom to only boys is all about. The whole house is their playground, and you will become an expert at ducking before the ball knocks you down...after having been knocked down a few times before! By the time the boys are able to walk about on their own feet, you would know the phone number of the carpenter, mechanic, plumber and any other repair person by heart and they would know your address even as you place your call and say hello!
Toys under the coffee table!
and graffiti on the walls!
You will also learn how to walk without tripping on the umpteen things on wheels that adorn your floor that you so painstakingly just cleaned a few hours ago, and after a few years, cars perched on sofas, trains hanging from the corner of the bed and trucks sitting where the flower vase should have been, no longer seem unusual and cleaning the house does not seems like a necessity anymore! By the way, the flower vase would have by then become past tense and after replacing it for the nth time you will no longer have patience to waste your hard earned money to buy a vase that will soon be broken again.



You will also learn how powerless you become when the cricket and football seasons arrive.  You will have practically no control over the remote, with the boys ganging up on you 3:1. And added to that, they will be perennially hungry, and you will spend most of your time stuck to the stove.

 ‘How do I look’, will always be met with a stony silence and a stare as if it was the most stupid question to ask. Men anyway have no idea how to answer that question, whatever their age! There is never a comment on what kind of makeup looks good on me or what clothes I look good in. The answer will always a ‘hmmm…’ whatever that means!

These are the times I sorely miss having a daughter; a daughter with whom I could share my makeup and jewelry and clothes. Without her, all my years of experience as a girl and woman seem so wasted! My sister’s daughter, all of 8 years, has already laid claim to large part of her mom’s inheritance she tells me, and I look at all the stuff that I have been collecting over the years and worry what will become of them?!

All the stuffed toys that I brought in expectation of having a daughter lie untouched, gathering dust. The teddy bear(s) that should have been cuddled up in the arms of my kids sit high up in the attic! You will learn early on that boys have this fascination for cars and anything that moves on wheels, right from the moment they are born! That and video games. Whatever their age!



But all said and done, I wouldn't trade my boys for anything or anyone in the world. Because some relationships are forever. Can any feeling compare to the way the younger one buries his head into me as he sleeps or the way the elder one curls up on my lap after a tiring day out? The little hands that lock into mine and the shiny eyes that smile at me, the animated non-stop chatter, and the palms that cradle my cheeks, are priceless. And to top that, you get all the attention that only boys can shower you with! 

Ah! the perks of being a mother! 
That's how he sleeps with his face buried into me!!
And those little palms are forever on my cheeks!


Being a mom is forever!!



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Friday, May 8, 2015

Be a child again!

Playtime with my kids has always ended up teaching me more than it teaches them. We were making a craft project, a home, fence and trees using ice cream sticks, and I had stuck three sticks together to make stems for shrubs and trees. I had laid them out to dry, when my younger one said, “Ma, this looks like the footprints of a bird.”


It indeed did look like one!
The elder one then rearranged it and said, “See, now it looks like the legs of an insect or like the pattern on the flag of UK or Australia, New Zealand or US.” Yeah, he was right. It missed a line, but it was similar though.




Read more at parentous.com..

Friday, February 20, 2015

Role reversal..


Today is United Nations World Day of Social Justice, and over one thousand bloggers worldwide will join their voices to speak through their blogs about compassion. I am one of them. Let’s flood the blogosphere with compassion, kindness, non-judgement and good! Please use hashtag #1000Speak to help spread the word.


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Parents are supposed to be role models for their kids, but often kids teach us some valuable lessons too! I attended a parent-teacher interaction at my elder’s one school. His exams had got over and the discussion would be about the child’s performance and other things. When my turn came, I introduced myself and the teacher’s eyes kind of lit up when I mentioned my child’s name.

“Oh, so you are S’s mom? I have been waiting to meet you”, she said.

My son is hardly the mischief monger types and the expression on the teacher’s face clearly was happy, so there was no reason to be concerned!

“You have an adorable child,” she said. “And I must complement you on bringing him up so well.”

Felt good to hear, but I didn’t think I had done something extraordinary. Perhaps she was trying to be pleasant, I thought as I thanked her.

“No, I mean it,” she said, as if she had read my mind, “It is rare to see such compassion at this age.”

Now, I wanted to know what she was talking about! But I didn’t have to ask.

“I have a differently-abled boy ‘A’ in class”, she said. “He sometimes tends to get violent, throw things around and create quite a racket. Sometimes it gets difficult to contain him. No one in class wanted to sit next to ‘A’. Every time I put someone next to him, a parent would come requesting that their child not be made to sit next to the boy. It was almost as if they thought his problem was contagious.
 It was quite a dilemma for me, because making ‘A’ sit alone, would make him feel alienated and I didn’t want that to happen. That is when your son stepped in. He volunteered to sit next to ‘A’. I saw him help ‘A’ with little things, like turning to the correct page while reading, helping him to work out a difficult sum, or sharing lunch with him.  He even spoke to the class one day, explaining how things are already so difficult for ‘A’ and asking them to stop making fun of the poor boy. The bouts of temper and his tantrums have gradually come down and if he listens to anyone in class, it is your son! I am so proud of him.”

I did not know what to say. But I felt incredibly proud of my boy too! He had just taught me a lesson in compassion!

Compassion. Isn’t that such an important value? When we stop making negative judgment about people we encounter. When we look for good in everyone we meet. When we know that everyone’s journey is different and we must learn to respect their journey. When we realise that we know nothing about the battles they fight. When we know that life cannot be too kind or too fair to everyone, and hence taking time to be kind and courteous to all we meet. When we wish to see that people around us do not suffer.

More than anything, being compassionate is a statement of love. 

Pure unadulterated love.  

 Thank you my little one for one of life’s greatest lessons!


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Read many more stories of compassion via a linky at Roshni's blog and at #1000Speak.


Thursday, January 22, 2015

Setting the right example

Children are like wet clay. They mold up exactly how you shape them up. If you try to teach them, they may not learn. But they will quickly learn by observing how you behave, and what you speak. They are the keenest observers you will find anywhere.
Even things that you might do absentmindedly or subconsciously will be picked up by their little eyes and ears. That is why it is said, we must be very careful about what kind of an example we might set for our kids with our behaviour. Are we unknowingly teaching them to lie? Are we teaching them to disrespect elders? Are we corrupting their little minds by teaching them to bribe?

Read more at parentous.com

Saturday, January 10, 2015

5 signs your child is emotionally disturbed.



As children grow up, they go through difficult periods. One hand, they try to fit in with their peers, and on the other, they also fall out of fit with the people at home. They might go through temper tantrums, or withdrawal phases, periods of poor behavior or frustration. The onus falls back on us to be more receptive to their needs, identify behavioral changes in the child and help him cope with their growing period. For most children these phases last for a short duration and might not be a cause for concern. But if the child is having these bouts frequently and for a longer duration of time, it might be a sign of emotional disturbance.
Here are 5 signs of emotional disturbance in a child that you must not ignore-

                                                  To read more go to Parentous.com

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Over the top parenting!!



We were having a get together at a friend’s place, and while the adults were busy chatting, the kids were busy bringing the roof down with all the noise they were making! All of a sudden one of the kids fell down and the kid’s mom and dad both let out a short scream!

Even as I wondered whether it was the child which fell down or his parents, the mother ran to him, consoling him and the father frantically rubbed his head. To me it looked like the mother needed more consoling than the child! In the midst of that entire hullabaloo, I saw the child suddenly freeze in shock for a short while, before crying so hard holding his breath that I was sure he would turn blue if he held his breath any longer! Even before anyone could say anything, the harried parents made an abrupt exit with the child in tow and the other parents nodded sympathetically!


To read the rest of the post go to....www.parentous.com

And no, this is not the graffiti wall...the scribbling continues everywhere in spite of having a wall earmarked for him!

Monday, August 11, 2014

Important things you should say to your child..

Children look up to their parents for support, for validation, and for encouragement. They look up to their parents to emulate them, to teach them right from wrong and to hold their hands when they falter. So the onus on us to be all that to them is even more than we would like think! It’s an oft repeated statement that we should be careful of what we speak to our kids and what we speak when they are around. It is equally important what we say to them through our gestures and words. Kids are like those highly absorbent sponges, soaking in everything they see us do or hear us say.


Here are seven important things you must say to your kid-
I love you – I say this to my kids every single day, as they leave for school, as they retire to bed and anytime in between. My kids light up every time I say it, and they tell me that they love me too. It’s an obvious thing, but it needs to be said. Hugs and kisses are other forms of showing your love. All these verbal and physical forms of love makes kids feel secure and cared for.
To read the rest of the post go to...parentous.com

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Thursday, July 31, 2014

Role reversal..

Parents are supposed to be role models for their kids, but how often kids teach us valuable lessons too! I attended a parent-teacher interaction at my elder one’s school yesterday. His exams had just got over and the discussion would be about the child’s performance and other things. When my turn came, I introduced myself and the teacher’s eyes kind of lit up when I mentioned my child’s name.


“Oh, so you are S’s mom? I have been waiting to meet you”, she said.
My son is hardly the mischief monger types and the expression on the teacher’s face clearly was happy, so there was no reason to be concerned!


Read the rest of the post at parentous.com
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