One of Vedu’s classmates addresses Vedu as her best friend. For Vedu’s birthday, she makes cards, always treats her with extra love, and her family knows Vedu as her best friend. I’ve seen Vedu make cards for her birthday and… Continue Reading →
A while back, there was an advertisement from FirstCry about “fussy moms.” I watched that advertisement and found myself laughing, because I really was, and in some ways, still am, that mom. I am “fussy” about car seats, I am… Continue Reading →
Evolution of language is undeniably an ongoing process, one that is very much needed at that. If language didn’t evolve, we would still (openly) talk about people as ugly, just as Hercule Poirot or any other Agatha Christie character did,… Continue Reading →
Vedu just told me very sweetly, “Amme, although you are the last funniest in the house, you are still very funny.” I don’t know if that is a compliment or an insult.
While on video call with my parents the other day, a daily ritual since my girls have been born, we were talking about what the kids say they want to be when they grow up. Vedu always says she will… Continue Reading →
Vedu: Amme, what do you think is more important? Justice or wisdom? Me: Justice, I guess. Because whether one is wise or not, ensuring no one faces injustice is more important. Vedu (two days later): I thought about what you… Continue Reading →
From the time I can remember, I have heard the saying “Love unconditionally.” Well, to say you should be conditional in love would be an overstatement and maybe a controlling approach to loving someone if overdone. But whether it is… Continue Reading →
While reading The Best Nest by P.D. Eastman, we kept wondering why Mrs. Bird was so irritable and angry. When at the end of the book, we saw a smiling Mrs. Bird with her newly laid egg, Vedu said to… Continue Reading →
I lost someone extremely dear to me recently—my Appachi, my eldest aunt who was practically the only grandmother I really had. Her and Vallyachan, my uncle, my grandfather for all intents and purposes, were two of the very few constants… Continue Reading →
After reading a preschoolers’ body safety book, Taaru asked me, “Amme, who was your safe adult when you were a kid?” I stopped what I was doing, said “No one,” and went back to what I was doing. She must… Continue Reading →
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