Before I begin to crib and cry about being judged about the mother I am, let me confess, I’ve done my part on judging mothers, as well. When I had travelled in trains before I had children, looking at those children who wouldn’t sit, who wouldn’t stop whining, who would make loud noises, I used to think about their mothers, “What in the world is she doing?” The day when I travelled with my son in train, I understood what they all were doing – trying in vain to control their children, feeling embarrassed for their behaviour and feeling humiliated for being judged by people like me.
Those very many happy days he had played in this play house were what mattered after all! His most interesting play times were around opening and closing the door, peeping out of the windows, the kitchen compartments and the backyard cafe pretend play. If you have little kids around, don’t let them miss the opportunity to play around a small house like this. Such small things shall carry a greater part of their childhood memories.