Schools now, are much different to the way they were when we were kids. The number of subjects being offered, have increased. Children have many more choices with regard to education because there is so much more being offered in schools now. What has not changed, however, is certain core elements – spelling tests being one of them.
“My baby is already making meaningful sounds that sound like words at five months old. My toddler has learnt to walk, way before he turned one. My kid knows such and such number of words and sentences, at an age of two. My girl knows all of the alphabets and numbers by three years of age. My girl can write more words than anyone I know of, at age four. My girl/boy/grandson/granddaughter is really ‘fast’.”
Z will be turning 3 tomorrow (26th November), I will wish her on my personal blog, but here I want to pick up something no one warns new parents about. I was told about the ‘Terrible Twos’ and I was all prepared… the 2nd year passed like a breeze for us. Z had her tantrums but they were few.
Parenting itself is learning. Recently when I attended a workshop for my younger son at his foundation level, I was given some reward charts . And that’s when I thought writing a post about it.
Long before I became a wife and a mother, I used to find it amusing when everyday objects like egg became “eggy” and the traffic lights became a “flash flash” while talking to infants.
A discussion that has been beaten to death, but still springs back to life each time a woman has a baby, “Should she stay at home or go back to work?” My thought here is a little more basic than that. “Why do you have kids?”
So many are roaming around breathless just now. They just finished talking to me about the Merits of Having Two Children, or more. Truth be told, I am a little breathless myself. For looking for air space to explain my views. Got none, their enthusiasm for me to deliver another child far exceeding my own will to make another bundle.
But, I am happy.
Elder one – “Mom, look he is sitting on my chair… I will kick him, if he runs away with my balloon… Why does he always want to play with my Barbie doll?”
The younger one is still running oblivious to complaints from his elder sister.
Aren’t these the kind of scenes happening in every house?