Showing posts from February, 2017

A Birthday Party with Fairies

Birthdays were one huge annual task for me. They were two huge annual tasks to be precise, and that too within a span of five days in February.
They were like this and this and this.
The budget sheets and estimate sheets I used for annual planning at work were child’s play compared to the bday.xls file I had created over the years. It had master-lists for guests, party-item suppliers,  invitation formats, party themes, ideas for return gifts, menu planning, ideas for games, entertainments, pick-and-drop logistics, cleaning-up, start-be-end-by dates for tasks  etc. etc.
And when they went off to boarding school this became another way to miss them; another vacuum to fill.
The first time one of them was not here for her birthday, I felt like calling her friends over and celebrating just the same way. But it would have not made sense. Not doing anything also did not feel correct.  It was such a special day for us, I still wanted to celebrate. Celebrating just by ourselves also didn’t s…

My Story: How the High School subjects chose me/us

I am starting to write my own story here. First, because my primary source of inspiration-my conversations (aka tirades, rants, clashes, slugfests) are so few and far between with the girls moving to boarding school. Second (or maybe this is the primary reason) because as formal studies are taking over their life in a stronger grip (my last post);, I feel as if I am re-living that trauma again. I wrote this part of the story first on a post for mycity4kids. Reposting here.. At fifteen, Elena had to decide on her ‘subject-combination’. It took me back to the time when I had to make my choice. I had been  for waiting for months for the time where we get to choose which subjects to study.
I loved History and Literature and Geography. The combination wasn’t ‘available’ in our school so I had to pick the nearest available package. I think it was History, English and Home Science.
My parents were aghast. Their well-wishers (extended family, neighbors, friends, friends of friends, families and all)…

As they enter a new world

Kids grow up fast. I too had heard the cliché so many times. But sentences become clichés only because we use them so many times; live them so many times.
My daughters are in 8th and 11th grade now. Their world is so different from the one I used to blog about. It is beautiful in many ways, scary in many others.
Earlier I used to worry about day-care, maids, PTMs, sports days, birthday parties etc. etc. Now I worry about the world outside, social media, their career decisions and higher education. In fact education is the biggest worry on my mind right now.
We were extremely lucky to find a school which imparts the kind of education we believed in. The girls grew up exploring, experiencing, and enjoying (well, most of the time) their education. But now the long tentacles of the formal education system, the ‘board exams’, the subject-package choices, and the college entrance systems are closing in. I find it particularly scary because I remember what the system almost did to me.  It’…