Posts Tagged ‘ kids ’

Parents aren’t perfect

Settle dispute

Your parents aren’t always right. They are not flawless. They’re not always virtuous. They won’t always be there when you need them. They lie. They err. They fight. They sometimes set bad examples. They are unreasonable. They are demanding. They are needy. A lot of times they’re simply selfish. At all times — they’re...
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To let: a healthy womb

Surrogate Mother

Two recent cases on surrogate adoptions have had me thinking the last couple of days. I’ve learned from the experiences of two very close friends that motherhood is almost like a rebirth for a woman. It’s more than just a physical roller-coaster ride – it’s an emotional voyage that springs new life. For the...
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Dear New Parents

New Parents

As I mentioned in one of my earlier blog posts, I am surrounded by children under the age of two these days. It also means, being around frenzied, sleep-deprived adults. They’re reading books, visiting sites online, getting (sought or unsought) advice from parents in India, craving time with and away from their kid, consolidating...
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Return to the age of innocence

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I have been spending a lot of time with toddlers recently. Almost 95 percent of our Indian friend circle in the Bay Area have kids in the age range of 0-24 months and I, inadvertently, end up being the “entertainer” for their little ones. I choose that role because it allows me to experience...
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Laying the groundwork

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It is amazing how much pity I’ve garnered in the last three decades just by virtue of being an only child. From relatives to friends and acquaintances everyone has given me a fair share of sympathetic support. It has been endearing while at the same time amusing to be the object of affection of...
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Breaking a “sacred” contract

MArriage Ceremony

I’m  not a big proponent of marriage (before you pass judgment on this seemingly-hypocrite statement, read on), so when I read Let’s Call the Whole Thing Off by Sandra Tsing Loh, I found myself nodding, chuckling and pondering. Growing up, I had these elaborate big fat Indian wedding fantasies (at one point in seventh...
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