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Tidbits: January 2010
Jan 31st, 2010

 

Growing Up…

I’m one of those parents who believes that children should grow up and be whoever they want to be, irrespective of how their parents feel about what they are capable of.   I also find it fascinating to observe how a child’s mind develops with age and how his/her aspirations change with time.  That is why, every few months or so, I casually ask Khushi if she has decided what she’d like to be when she grows up. 

In the past, her answers have included painter, artist and a ballerina.  But, this time, I was taken by surprise!

Papa: Khushi, what would you like to be when you grow up?

Khushi: I want to be a “birthday person” !

Papa: What’s a “birthday person” ?!

Khushi: It’s someone who has a birthday every day, and gets lots of presents and balloons and candy floss… every day!

Khushi: Can you imagine that?!

In 2 days, Khushi will be 6 years old.

First Cut
Jan 14th, 2010

Boys will be boys, so the saying goes.

Even though he’s very well-mannered and generous, Kabir has always behaved in a manner that is distinctly different from Khushi’s, and more or less typical of “boys”.  There’s a lot more energy and excitement with the simplest of activities.  There’s a lot more need to keep him busy and entertained.  Even when he plays with “Khushi didi’s” toys, he plays with them differently. 

It’s not just the fact that having two kids is ten times more work than having one child!  It’s also the fact that our second one is a boy!  So, it was only a matter of time before his boundless energy was going to be the cause of an injury.  And, that day came last week.

I was at home playing with Kabir, while Sonali and Khushi were out on some errands.  Suddenly, out of nowhere, he decided to jump off the edge off our bed… 

His face hit the edge of the dressing table near his lip and left a big gash.

The next half hour or so went by in a flash.  He burst into tears. I rushed him to the washroom and put some ice on his wound.  Till the bleeding stopped, I couldn’t really tell if it was just the outside of his face or he’d even lost some teeth.  After a few minutes, it became clear that it was his lip. 

The gash was about half an inch, and deep.  It was bleeding for a good 20 minutes or so.  I keep on putting ice and tried to keep him distracted with a new toy, but I knew that the wound would hurt, and so would the ice.  I’m not very good at the sight of blood, but there was no one else around. 

Eventually, the bleeding stopped.  Sonali and Khushi returned home.  We assessed the wound and decided that it would need not stitches.  Some ultra-fast, ultra-effective homeopathic doses later, the open wound began to close up.

We both heaved a small sigh of relief, knowing fully well that this was just the first of many more exciting episodes in the years to come…

Tidbits: December 2009
Dec 13th, 2009

 

Navigation

Khushi loves to be a navigator when we’re in the car, and often provides us with directions based on what she sees the indicator lights do!  As always, I try to encourage her efforts whenever possible…

One day, as my wife was backing the car into our parking slot, Khushi started voicing helpful directions asking her to come a little more, little more, little more, stop!  Here’s what happened next:

Papa: Khushi, you’ve become an excellent navigator.  Good job!

Khushi: That’s because I practice, Papa.  You should also do that!!!

Now, you know.

 

Ulta Pulta

One Thursday, Khushi had a holiday in school on account of their Annual Day celebrations, and ended up waking up early anyway.  Here’s what I overheard during a telephonic conversation between Khushi and her grandma, that morning…

Khushi: Grandma, you know it’s all “ulta pulta” (topsy turvy)?

Khushi: When it’s a school day, and I’m supposed to wake up early, I wake up late.

Khushi: And, when it’s a holiday, and I don’t have to get up early, I get up early!

How do you deal with that?!

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