If you think your home air is clean, devoid of pollutants (as I did once upon a time), re-think with the check-list of indoor pollutants discussed in this post. When was the last time you serviced your gas stove? Are you sure your house is free of dust mites? Before you answer ‘yes’ do you even know that you cannot see a dust mite without a microscope? How often do you spot cockroaches in your house? How many wooden furniture decorate your home? Are your building walls prone to rainwater seepage? Do you have pets at home? Do pigeons love your window sills? Does anyone smoke cigarette in your house? How ventilated is your house? Are you aware of house plants that can reduce indoor pollution?
It is important for children to learn about the several particles that can pollute the air in our homes. When they understand the harmful effects these pollutants cause, they may as well follow some good habits in order to reduce air contamination. Here is a short video that explains with the use of toys, a few major air pollutants, their health impacts and preventive measures, in a simple manner, for children to understand.
Starting from the 1st of June until the 18th of June, I am plunging into a bold attempt in bringing to light, the emotions behind being a father. I say bold because I shall leave behind the superior tag of a ‘mother’ to explore the deepest secrets of fatherhood.
Do you have a kid who loves to pretend play a doctor? Does your child’s face glow in excitement when he/she places the toy stethoscope on your chest, stomach, hand and face? Are syringes and injections are a part of your Lo’s playtime? Then, you must try making a play doctor’s clinic!
The first few years of motherhood is a phase of heightened emotions. It is exactly the phase when women become anxious about their career. It is exactly the phase when they are learning parenting. It is exactly the phase when they want to show love toward their parents. It is exactly the phase when they want to set smooth their relationship with their husband. It is exactly the phase when they want to rush to do everything that life had had in store all along! That’s why this phase turns out to be an overwhelming period of life, for most mothers. Having become overwhelmed of writing about motherhood for fourteen days in a row, I am going to do this post quickly tonight 😆 (Hopefully!)
I am just four years into motherhood now. And I have already started to look back and long for his baby days. As always, I am unable (severely) to recall his baby face mentally but I remember the warm, nice, happy moments I had had with him then. It was a time when I wasn’t stressed, I wasn’t yelling at him and I wasn’t expecting him to behave in a particular way. No matter what mess and naughtiness went around, I was a patient mom then. There used to be a lot of giggles, smiles, laughs, cuddles and hardly any instruction or advice then. Yes, it was all then! From when he grew a little bigger, began to speak and began to develop his individuality, at some point, some nice thing from my motherhood dropped. If any of you have experienced anything similar to this, please share, I am still trying to understand this point.
I wish my children to grow fast as much as I wish them to grow slow. I wish my children to become independent as much as I yearn them to be my dependents. I wish my children to fly far to explore life a much as I want them with me forever. Regardless of what I wish, the sure truth is that they will fly away from this cocooned home one day. And this feeling of sadness that’s awaiting me, is a hard reality. Melancholy – is perhaps the most heart-wrenching emotion of motherhood
My blog turns 7 today, My son turns 4 today, My daughter completes 6 months today, And it has been a liberating feeling having raised the three this far! That’s the irony! In spite of the many little confinements motherhood imposes on me, I feel liberated after all!
Yes, it’s frustrating sometimes, embarrassing sometimes, tiring sometimes. But if you ask me if I want to exchange this experience with anything else in the world, I would have nothing as beautiful as motherhood. Especially, being privileged to be at home with my children for their everything gives a fulfilling feeling. Karma is indeed blissful!
There was a day, when I was waiting outside his school, hearing to his continuous loud cries, praying God that it should stop sooner and controlling to prevent that drop falling off my eyes. Finally, I hurried to one corner of the campus, faced the wall to let those drops fall out. I have been with him through every second since he was born. For the first time, I wasn’t with him when he was crying. For the first time, I wasn’t helping him when he his little heart was struggling. For the first time, he must have felt bereaved by me. It was miserable! I couldn’t do anything; I felt so very helpless.