The right time to leave your child’s hand!

The right time to leave your child’s hand!

Disclaimer: This write up is my personal view point. Readers are free to differ. And can write their views in comments section.

 

Children belong to future. They come through us but we do not own them. If each one of us remember above two lines, life will be much easier for each one of us.

None of us are born parents. We become parents after the birth of our first born and here one’s child is one’s teacher. Each child demands different style of parenting. So, there is no rule book to master to become the best parents. There is no competition or race. Each parent does the best job as per their own knowledge, wisdom and instinct. 

When is the right time to leave your child’s hand? This is a million dollar question. Each one is bound to have their answer. I always believe in holding the hand of your child till they leave it, and not parents releasing the hand clasp earlier. The intention is pure and pious, the unconditional love for their children to make them independent.

Everyone likes a space where they do things by their choice. Anything done by choice gives immense satisfaction than a decision imposed. Similar happens in this case. When a child leaves the hand as per their own choice, there is tremendous boost in their self confidence. In a situation, where the parent withdraws the hand, the child may feel insecure. This may result in child clinging on for more time. The choice is always ours, as parents. It’s only a matter of few days or weeks, Sooner or later, your child will be independent. Don’t be in a hurry to do so. The after void is not well taken by many parents

Cherish this clasp for as long as it goes. Your child will leave you some day or the other. Let the parent child hand clasp be firm brimming with love and confidence. Let the choice be of your child. 

Happy parenting!

Love,

Juju

“I am forty” # Birthday humor

“I am forty” # Birthday humor

Human being is one of most beautiful, amazing and wonderful creation by Almighty. They celebrate their journey around the sun with full enthusiasm and spirit. On a lighter note, one relishes these celebrations till a certain age. Once past middle age, one begins to wonder the science behind these actions.

Recently, I happened to complete yet another circle around the sun. Being on the wrong side of forties implies nearing fifty. One of my friends casually asked, “How old are you?” “Forty,” I answered. I could hear a muffled giggle as she replied “This can’t be true.” I told my correct age and adorn my thinking cap after a really long time. 

Every time when we tell our age,  the same energy resonates within our own cells. During such times, we command our cells to function at that particular age. Even if one feels young, the spoken two digit number makes us feel older.

When I had started my practice in a small town, the female patients used to tell their age as forty. I don’t remember anyone going beyond forty. This used to intrigue me as to why anyone will hide their age? As years passed by, it dawned upon me, that they knew counting only till forty. For them forty was equivalent to the highest number in ageing. 

We are of the age as we feel so. That’s the reason we see people of the same age groups, differently maintained from one another. Few look younger than their real age and few look much older. 

I thought of applying ‘secret’ to this ongoing phenomenon too. From now on I have commanded my cells not to go beyond forty as in my town nobody ages beyond forty.

In my family and friend circle, this statement became a hit, “I am forty”.  Suits everybody! 

Carpe diem! 

Love,
Juju

The Gedi League!

 The Gedi League!

Love in forties # dedicated to my Honda

My favorite statement for this year is “What you have not done ever before, 2022 is the year to do such things.” It’s high time one learns to live fully and ticks off things on one’s bucket list.

One such thing which I ticked off is learning to ride a two-wheeler. With my son entering eleventh grade, I knew deep in my heart that he needs to be independent for his overall development. So, I faced my greatest fears of driving a two wheeler. Whatever, a mother fears, child will automatically start fearing. My parents especially my mother was wary of two wheelers and so I became one too. Four wheeler and bi-cycle have always been the love of my life.

Ever since I have learnt this new vehicle, I have fallen in love all over again. No guesses here ! It's with this metallic body. Now I know the feeling this love gives, As the speed soars, so do the emotions. There is complete bliss between the wind blowing, caressing my skin and the speed of my Honda. 

As the speed increases, so does wind velocity and it starts playing with one’s skin, hair and at times throws in dirt too like a menacing child who always spoils the sport. It’s important to control your speed and have full control in order to enjoy the ride.

In childhood, whenever we used to go to mountains, there used to messages on big rocks, painted white with message in black ,“ Speed thrills, but kills,“Remember someone is waiting for you at home.”These messages are deeply imprinted in my mind and I happen to recite them whenever I drive my two- wheeler. Driving is all about being in the moment. One more thing, which I realized, this is one of the best anti stress therapy.

With one more thing ticked off my bucket list, I came to the next. All this while I have heard this word ever since I have moved to Punjab, post marriage, “Gedi’. This implies a group ride on two-wheeler with friends, maybe solo with one friend too. Going together in complete synchrony evokes the most powerful happy hormones. When your friend trusts you, things work out on their own. With this faith, my friend sat, while I drove.

Post dinner time in summers is pleasant on few days in Northern India. Night was young, street lights were welcoming and roads beckoned us. We drove around for some time, stopped to have tea. Felt like we had relived college days (although I never had such experiences in college).This gave a different feel.

While riding back home, I couldn’t help wondering, how can a person who loves to do adventure sports be scared of a two wheeler?  Brushing aside this thought, I hummed my favorite song, “I had the time of my life …. ”

Now I can proudly say, that I am a part of this Gedi league.

* Please wear helmet. 

Love,

Juju