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  • scribbler_bijal 6w

    Life lessons #50

    Teaching a 2 year old to Share is like teaching a grade 2 lesson of Division before any basics...
    It's absolute baseless.
    So start with addition and see the magic

    ©scribbler_bijal

  • werepug 8w

    The bitter sweet.

    My thoughts since that day have been bitter sweet.
    The thought that I hold you in my arms each day but one day I will set you down and never pick you up again.
    I saw there for your first steps but eventually I will be there as you grow up and walk out that door to start your life.
    I took you to daycare your first time, you held onto my hand afraid to let go. In time I'll be there when you graduate from college.
    Today we play with dolls and you laugh at the funny noises I make but some day you'll think you're too grown up to play.
    It is inevitable. The sweet memories of today will turn into a bitter truth. You will grow up, start a life have a family of your own.
    In that bitter truth we find a new sweetness. A new truth. That I will always be there for you.



    ©werepug

  • brokengypsysoul 9w

    Dry, cracked feet is serious business at 4 am

    #ffschild #ffs #4am #funny #laugh #child #parenting #omg #seruously

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    4 am

    Mum, I have a serious question to ask you

    What baby

    Can you look after my feet for me? I don't know how, and they hurt

    ©brokengypsysoul

  • affansajid 11w

    Send your children's school,
    With the aim of Learning,
    Not Earning.

    ©Arab Affan Sajid

  • shanthi_yella 15w

    The times of 1965

    The door knocked

    Tak-Tak

    Riddima opened the door.

    The president of their colony came.

    Riddima! Please control your daughter Raadhya. She is the most notorious kid in our colony.

    Sorry, mam! Riddima said. But tell me what happened?

    Come outside and have a look at what your daughter did?

    They go outside near the colony gate. Where Riddima sees that her daughter Raadhya did painting with emojis on the colony wall.

    Colony president says, "we have spent so much money in maintaining these walls. She ruined everything."

    Riddima smiles at her. She Goes near her daughter who was in fear. She asks, " Raadhya, why did you draw this here?"

    Raadhya in her little tone, " I drew them because I want people to see them and be happy."

    Riddima said, "You can draw on a paper?"

    Mom I have seen many paintings on the flyovers, walls in our city. People stop there and take selfies. I found that they all are happy. I wanted even our colony people to be happy.

    Riddima said, " That's a good intention Dear. But all those paintings are made by professional people who are trained. Even you should get trained to do that. But still, your work is good. You should first practice on paper, get trained to reach the wall and art exhibits."

    No! Mom. I'll do it on the wall.

    Yes! Dear, you can but after some time. Just think how can you show your beautiful art piece to your teachers and friends at school. They all cannot come here.

    Okay! Then I'll cut the wall. Carry it and show them.

    Okay! Try if you can cut?

    Raadhya runs into her home to bring a knife.

    Meanwhile, colony people-

    Instead of controlling your daughter, what are you telling her? To cut the wall!

    Another woman says, look at my son? How disciplined he is! Your daughter is notorious.

    Please! Lady doesn't say that. I'm not supporting her to do that. I was explaining to her the problem you people have.

    Oh! You are pleasing her!

    Then what I have to do?

    You have to scold her, beat her, take her home.

    No! I will never do that. I'll speak with my kids. I'll explain them. By the way she good intention of making you people happy.

    At the age of 5, she has an interest in painting and she observed a lot too. I want to encourage my child in her talent.

    So, you will make her paint all the walls.

    Please, I'm not yet done!

    Raadhya comes with her toy knife. Tries to cut the wall on which she painted. She takes the knife and scratches it on the wall hardly but nothing happens.

    Mom! Help me.

    No dear! We cannot cut a wall like this. We should not. We build it recently when we bought a new billiards kit for you.

    Oh! Mom. But I lost some pieces in the billiards kit.

    So, you are unhappy about that.

    Yes! Mom.

    Then even our colony people will be sad if we cut the wall. You want to make them happy.

    Yeah! Mom. Then what about the painting.

    You can re-do it on paper. However, from next week you can join painting classes too.

    Okay! Mom let's go home.

    Riddima says, "That's so simple to handle kids. Always shouting, mental abuse, physical abuse suppresses their talent.

    By the way, Mam you compared my little one with yours. Why do you want to compare two beautiful roses of our colony?

    After coming back home, Raadhya starts painting, while their grandpa was talking to Abhay.

    Riddima goes into her room. She writes in her new novel, these lines

    "JUDGED AND COMPARED

    Yes!

    We face it in different situations of our life.

    We are compared to other kids in Childhood life.

    When our parents say, look that Y got more marks.

    Look your friend got a good rank and seat in College.

    When our teacher says, you are nothing and you will be nothing in life, only the first ranked will succeed in life.

    When we hear this every time, we bare it every time.

     

    When we hear our parents saying look at your friends getting settled at a young age.

     

    They compare everything from appearance to earning.

     

    Yes! Our parents love us.

    They are concerned about us.

     

    But we don't compare them with other parents and say

    Look at my friend's parents who have a big house, who earn more than you.

    We don't compare our teacher with the teacher of other school and say he is settled in a good life and earning more than.

     

    It's about comparison and getting compared.

     

    Sometimes children compare their parents with others, saying they are not doing like them.

     

     

    We as children, teenagers, or young adults keep on repeating these words and comparison and de-motivated.

     

    But when we think in a reverse way, maybe I would say positively and say to inner ourselves that

     

    All my Dearest persons,

    Please wait one day you will find an incomparable me. The one and unique me, with my own identity.

    It's about self-satisfaction, rather than thirsting for stopping someone to "STOP COMPARING" me and "STOP JUDGING" my life.

     

    They compare us only once when they say but keep on thinking about their words and compare ourselves for N times.

     

    Is this life or reality show! Why are we judging each other?

     

    If this never happened with you, great you are a lucky and blessed person.

    If you never did this as a Teacher, Parent, or child, you are great! Keep going...

     

     If comparison and judgment happened with you, great! You are blessed to say on one day, I'm incomparable, My life is not meant to be compared and judged.

    Life is not a race to compare and judge, let's connect emotionally with self-respect and mutual understanding and love."

    A glance from novel @webnovel, The times of 1965 on children and parenting
    ©shanthi_yella

  • mirakat2pt0 16w

    #racism #blm #parenting #myson He is sunshine
    and soft feathers
    Wings
    and warm weather.
    Don’t even need a sweater boy
    You betta
    Show ya energy

    He’s my butterfly stretching
    Through his own struggle flexing
    His greatest light, his beautiful mind
    He is poetry in motion
    Too gentle for the notion that

    It don’t seem to matter what’s broken
    Hard to hope
    When you thinkin bout...
    Why Floyd got choked and
    Why are guns accidentally discharged
    But the
    Accidents always seem to happen When it
    Serves the whites
    Why is it that Wright died and not D. Roof.
    System isn’t broken, it’s rigged


    Mi hijo precioso can’t
    See it all 360
    So now I gotta choose
    The hardest thing
    To teach, a message to grieve.
    What to pass along, what
    Ideals are long gone - paranoia/preparedness
    Pressure to push back/proper protocol
    Speak up for yourself
    You are you own best defense
    But when you are not
    Answer questions calmly
    Hands on the wheel
    10 & 2 please don’t shoot
    Do. Not. Get. Out. The. Car.
    No sudden movements, just
    Try not to breathe



    My sunshine, my butterfly, my little bird
    Someone
    Took away his time early
    I don’t know what I did
    Things got blurry
    A violent criminal is safely locked behind bars
    No worries, the officer is fine
    Only 3 toes gone
    and hurt pride
    See, I wanted to shoot him
    Dead.
    But instead I shot off some toes
    Just to show how self control goes
    Cuz I knew it was a gun in my hand
    Power of life and death in one squeeze of the trigger

    Let it sink in

    It’s cyclical shit, you got eyes
    Don’t need to tell you
    If the problems get ignored they’ll kill more

    ©️Katherine Miller 2021

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    Cyclical Sh*t

    He is sunshine
    and soft feathers
    Wings
    and warm weather.
    Don’t even need a sweater boy
    You betta
    Show ya energy

    He’s my butterfly stretching
    Through his own struggle flexing
    His greatest light, his beautiful mind
    He is poetry in motion
    Too gentle for the notion that

    It don’t seem to matter what’s broken
    Hard to hope
    When you thinkin bout...
    Why Floyd got choked and
    Why are guns accidentally discharged
    But the
    Accidents always seem to happen When it
    Serves the whites
    Why is it that Wright died and not D. Roof.
    System isn’t broken, it’s rigged


    Mi hijo precioso can’t
    See it all 360
    So now I gotta choose
    The hardest thing
    To teach, a message to grieve.
    What to pass along, what
    Ideals are long gone - paranoia/preparedness
    Pressure to push back/proper protocol
    Speak up for yourself
    You are you own best defense
    But when you are not
    Answer questions calmly
    Hands on the wheel
    10 & 2 please don’t shoot
    Do. Not. Get. Out. The. Car.
    No sudden movements, just
    Try not to breathe



    My sunshine, my butterfly, my little bird
    Someone
    Took away his time early
    I don’t know what I did
    Things got blurry
    A violent criminal is safely locked behind bars
    No worries, the officer is fine
    Only 3 toes gone
    and hurt pride
    See, I wanted to shoot him
    Dead.
    But instead I shot off some toes
    Just to show how self control goes
    Cuz I knew it was a gun in my hand
    Power of life and death in one squeeze of the trigger

    Let it sink in

    It’s cyclical shit, you got eyes
    Don’t need to tell you
    If the problems get ignored they’ll kill more

    ©️Katherine Miller 2021

    ©mirakat2pt0

  • scribbles_of_anonymity 18w

    How many of you can connect to this? ������

    #parenting #strictparents #kids #family #parenthood #parentingtips #parents #tipsparenting

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    Standard Parenting Laws

    If a neighbor's daughter or son does anything out of the ordinary, they are inspiring, while if we do the same, we are useless.

    ©scribbles_of_anonymity

  • kingstarpoetry 19w

    मेरे पापा

    मेरे पापा
    आज फिर पलकों पर आँसू हैं
    आज फिर साँसें बेक़ाबू हैं
    सब यादें सिमट कर सामने से गुजरी जो
    वही आह बन के सीने में शामिल हैं
    आज फिर गले से लगा लो ना
    आज फिर गोद में उठा लो ना
    ना करूंगा अब ज़िद कोई यकीनन
    तुमसे एक बार हंस कर तुम बुला लो ना
    अब जब नहीं हैं तुम्हारे संग में हम
    आज सर पर हाथ को भी तरसे हम
    साथ थे जब तुम हौसले थे ज़िंदगी में
    मगर आज तेरे साथ को भी तरसे हम
    काश इन फ़ासलों को मिटा सकता में
    काश खुदा के घर से तुमको वापस ला सकता
    मैं कितना प्यार है तुमसे ये जता सकता
    मैं कितनी तुम्हारी ज़रूरत है बता सकता में
    आज फिर पलकों पर आँसू हैं
    आज फिर साँसें बेक़ाबू हैं
    ©kingstarpoetry

  • bushbaby 21w

    You do not see me when you see.

    Your vision is tainted by shards, remnants of your dream, a vision of me
    The shards caught in your lips, they cut your tongue
    I caught a glimpse of them in your words
    A few pierced your heart, silent and discreet,
    They murdered the little of you that could have accepted me for me.

    You do not hear me when you hear.

    Your ears discriminate, you welcome the good without sparing a second to hesitate
    To the bad, you are a brick wall
    You will not hear about my flaws.

    My trophies egg you on,
    My medals validate 'me' in your head:
    Me on top, me of whom you are proud,
    Me, destined for greatness and beyond.

    You prefer not to see me when I bleed
    It is frightening: I may not live to be who you want me to be
    You believe in me, you want me to succeed
    You do not want to see me on my knees.

    Instead of a push, you curse me with a shove
    You are disappointed when I merely crawl
    I know you deserve better, I know you deserve more,
    More than myself can give you, for all of the burdens that you bore.

    But now my limbs are tired and the curtain has fallen,
    I cannot play the part for you any longer,
    And yet it remains unclear; is this victory or defeat?
    For I too can no longer see me when I see.


    ©bushbaby

  • ___words_of_soul___ 23w

    Here the explanation refers to the things you want someone to understand and this someone really matters in your life.
    I am here referring to parents.
    A generation gap affects your life in many ways. Some good ways some bad ways. The thing is we as children are growing in an era where we know what is good for us and what is not.Yeah it’s true we can be wrong too but this is an era in which we are learning from our mistakes and we should.
    This life is to live peacefully, happily and beautifully by doing what makes us happy.
    Now what is living peacefully and beautifully means depends on the individual.
    for some by just not doing anything and for others doing the things that makes them tired but still their soul feels satisfied and good with what they are doing.
    I am the second one😉.
    Some like to be in their comfort zone and do not prefer to get out of it and some prefers to live life out of their comfort zone because they feel living out of comfort zone is what life is all about.
    Perception of life is different for every individual and should not get affected by anyone.
    So when your parents starts telling you the things you should and you should not do according to them but you know that you are not on the wrong path that’s where you start explaining them. Remember a generation gap is the reason plus the surroundings always affects how an individual evolve in their life.
    Some parents can be cool as cucumber some can be hot as fire and some can be mild.
    And some can be you explain then they understand and the next moment they are like you never had that discussion with them and that’s where you need to start again.
    But guys don’t ever lose the hope.This is life and you deserve to be happy.

    @writersnetwork
    #mirakee #mirakeeworld #writersnetwork #wordlove #wordlover #writinglove #wordporn #soulwords #herquotes #herwords #soul#herpoem#quotestagram#writeaway#thoughts#poetry#instawriters#writersofinstagram #writersofinstagrampoetry#change#lost#itmatters#matteroftwo#pinterestphoto#parenting#parents#children#child#explanations#hope

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  • restless_nib 30w

    Raising Myself

    The best self improvement I’ve had stems from my attempts to be a better parent.

    In raising a child, a thinking parent raises her(him)self


    ©restless_nib

  • _zivah 30w

    परवरिश

    खयाल रखने में,
    और जरूरत पूरी करने में,
    बहुत फर्क है !!

    ©_zivah

  • aachiram 30w

    I wish I had spoke truth since the beginning.
    I lied to my myself someday,
    I lied that everything's fine,
    Nothing will happen...
    But it creeped me out when I found myself in the dark.

    I wish I knew how to deal with anxiety,
    I’m a victim of self doubt,
    and that’s not good at all.
    I feel judged every single moment,
    that takes the breath outta me coz most of the moment
    I realise how I have spoiled all the stuff in my life.
    Right now, I don’t know if I’m worthy of living or not.
    I see myself in the mirror everyday to promise myself that this day would be a better one .
    everyday is good, but how my mind simulates for the worst,,
    I just,,,
    don’t know,
    I’m trying best to get out of it. But cannot, . at this time,
    i’m nothing..
    neither a good student, nor a nerd , nor a lover,
    nor good daughter,..
    I’m just most extra thing that people have got in their life.
    I always have been slave of the devils inside my own..
    I don’t feel like living..
    somehow humiliation scares me,
    my mind thinks all of worst I can have,,
    and unfortunately,
    I get the worse somehow..
    I always feel a line between me and humans, either I had to change myself or act like all okay,, or they just leave me somehow..
    It really feels awkward when people put the beauty of my heart aside..
    they don’t respect it at all.
    Why,, humans are like this??
    aren’t they supposed to live happily with flaws of their own and others?
    I don’t feeel like sharing anything with them, I know , they would complain about how dramatic I’m ..
    but, I swear I’m not….
    I’m a grown up creature,
    but I don’t wanna act like grown up,,,
    coz I have been actinh grown up since my childhood,, I’m fed up of
    All good ,
    all cool,
    all mature personality..
    I wanna breath with my flaws in rest,
    I wanna be a child for a life,,
    please don’t try to make me understand something, dude!
    I know it better than you … I just don’t wanna act like that….
    that’s it….




    #dark #depression #anxiety
    #curse #humans #humiliation
    #childhood #parenting #betray
    #truth #love #hoax #child #kid
    #adults #awareness #soul #venom_thoughts
    #suicides #correction #death #dead
    #women #girl #mirakee
    @writersnetwork

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    If my soul could ever talk..
    [The story of a "perfect" child]







    ©aachiram

  • shrutiwari299 33w

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    Parenting
    A toddler is a reflection of his parents,
    So do whatever you want him to do
    Read books, decrease your screentime,
    Talk to him in your mothertoung, eat healthy cook healthy , help others, speak politely, give time to your family pets and plants, travel and collect information about our culture. Respect and love all.

    ©shrutiwari299

  • alicejune 34w

    Pregnant Memory

    I will never forget a particular day when I was with child, and as the child's father, you told me, as we walked up our steps, "Well, I guess you are stuck with me for the next eighteen years. No matter what happens, we've got to make it work. We now have a child to take care of."

    Heartbreaking how much has changed.
    ©alicejune

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