Guest Post by Dr. Priyanka Tibrewal
I have long loved the quote, “Traditions touch us, they connect us and they expand us. There are only two lasting gifts we can hope to give our children. One of these is roots, the other, wings.”
In recent years, the whole idea of parenting has had us focused a lot on giving our children strong wings and the freedom to fly. But, just as important it is to give them the wings, so it is to make sure that we help them grow their roots. For it’s the roots that determine who we are, our beliefs and our ethics.
Purposeful rituals and repeated practices that involve members of the family, these rituals are the perfect food for the roots that we base ourselves and our kids on. Rituals can include a morning regime that organises our day to day life; at the same time it may also include a seasonal or holiday ritual that is more symbolic and planned. These repeated, shared experiences contribute to making us who we are. Continue Reading
Let us read a small story by my friend Dr. Sonia Hemnani-
A young boy had a very good family and a number of wonderful people around, whom he did not care for or listen to. Whenever this boy was in need he would trust the random strangers, who he thought were the right people. One day all those strangers started avoiding him due to recurrent calling, which led to more frustration. Ultimately the boy broke down.
Moral of story – Trust what you have within you and around you.
Here the young boy is “you”; his friends are the ecofriendly bacteria which are already present in our body, the vital force, the calm mind, and the natural sources of building immunity, organic real food, required food and thought. Continue Reading
Diwali will soon be here and so will the kids be home for Diwali break, while we are busy preparing for the festivities, keeping kids engaged and taking it as an opportunity to teach them about the festival is important.
A late post- Late because for many days I wasn’t sure if it was over.
I thought I would give in and like always we’d start all over again; but it didn’t happen. He kept coming back to me, pleading, asking if I was okay and if I could offer him his favourite aadudu( his word for breast/breastmilk)
It broke my heart each time, but I denied because it was getting tough for me to continue our breastfeeding journey, tougher than it was to control myself from starting again, giving in to those yearning eyes.
29th January 2019 was the last day he nursed, Just when he completed 34 months of breastfeeding.
I started conditioning him long back (can’t recall) but it’s been many months. He would talk to aadudu, sing songs and say things like “I’m so happy to see aadudu”, “ye mera aadudu hai”, “I love you aadudu”.
I asked him that soon aadudu will stop as he was growing up and that he must thank aadudu for nurturing him, for making him a strong and big boy from a tiny, feeble baby that he was. He would say “aadudu thank You, aapne mujhe chhotu baby se big boy banaya”. On asking “baby when will you stop having aadudu”? He would promptly reply- “Tomorrow”, a tomorrow that never came! A tomorrow that came months later!
I have a heavy heart as I write this, but I know I did my best.
We ‘ve come a long way and we loved our nursing sessions, despite the occasional bouts of frustrations because sometimes you feel that that’s the only thing you do through the day, sometimes the back does ache from being in a certain position for long.
Weaning needs a lot of strength and determination and that is why it took me so long. I just did not have the heart to do it. With cracked nipples and toddler reaching 3, I realised that it was the best time to do it.
Sharing my weaning journey and few tips for moms who are nursing older toddlers or older kids.
How I weaned my 34 months old child from breastmilk?
There is nothing that will help as much as talking to your child will. At almost 3 yrs I could easily to talk things out to him, he however had difficulty falling asleep without nursing.
He knew he was a big boy with teeth, a big boy who could chew on to yummy food and didn’t need breastmilk, but somehow wasn’t ready. Finally I resorted to putting band-aid on my sore nipples and told him I was hurt.
This continued for weeks and he stopped asking for it. Some stories, lots of cuddles helped us get through this phase.
Met on a common whatsapp group, they started sharing personal messages, they felt connected as they shared common hobbies.
The butterflies fluttered every time the phone notified of a new message. The teenage feel back in early forties was such a refreshing change for both. Continue Reading
I am a mother whose blog says notjustmommying, well that’s because I think we do or mean to do a lot more than raising our kids. Whether we succeed or fail in that endeavor, is another story. Know more