My Views and Ideas: Life and Parenting

They hear with their eyes and listen with their stomach.

When my elder daughter was born,I had no doubt in my mind what language to teach her.I taught her english.I was so immature to think that and by the time I realized it is too late.When I came to America I used to speak in Hindi with my husband.We used to have accent problem with Americans and at times it was very embarrassing when they looked at us with perplexity on their face.Therefore even at home my husband and I switched  completely  to english  to avoid those frustration and improve our accent.That never happened though. We continued this process  with our daughter too, although with her our mind set was different.We started her off with english so that she did not have to learn english separately.Little did we know that we were hurting her instead of helping her.Now she can speak fluent english ,can express herself better than kids of her age in India but the biggest drawback is that she picked up our accent.She can speak in American accent but it does not co...

I have two daughters,two lovely daughters who are very nice most of the time .However I will be lying to myself if I say they are my little angles.People who have kids can relate to the fact what I am trying to say.What you watch on T.V and movies are not the way real kids are.They are completely different in real life. At times they can be so nice that you will feel bad and curse yourself for saying such bad things about your own kids but there you go and next moment they are monsters.Ironically when they are nice and well behaved I dont feel they are the fruits of my labor,my whole day of devotion for them ,but the moment they become nasty I feel it is all my fault.  I go through this emotional roller coaster several times a day and think that it is all my fault,it must be all in my genes that they are so naughty,so rude,such fighters.I take the sole responsibility at myself without any doubt.I do not know how it works.At that time the motherly part of my brain is filled with...