Parenting Revelations 101

The classic game – Mommy will tickle baby’s nose… baby’s cheek… I always thought it was, well, strange. I just realized something today, while kissing away M’s weeping episodes – “what an excellent way to teach the names of parts of the body to a baby!!!” While also tickling the baby. And generally spending time with a baby.




Fun for mother CHECK
Giggles from baby CHECK
Baby learns
Baby tries to protect named feature

Diaper free baby

Efforts begin today. Wish us luck. Oh Providence, give me the will power to do loads of laundry. The observation skills to “catch”, and the patience to clean up “accidents”. In time, we hope to not need to use one unless we’re going out. Not diapering M while out and about, when she’ll be in the carrier, on me, will take a huge leap of faith in M and me.

To faith! To courage! To loads of laundry now, leading to decreasing diaper laundry in the future. Much as cloth is better for the environment, no diaper laundry is even better!

Infant Diaries – It probably isn’t that bad

I was in the kitchen just now, doing dishes. They were all done, and I looked around for more. I noticed the pressure cooker sitting on the counter, and I dumped the water out of it, completely forgetting about something inside it. It fell into the sink with a loud clang. Now, my infant, going on toddler, was playing behind me, and she’s been trying to stand up, holding on to anything vertical.


All of a sudden, I hear loud and I’m-in-pain crying. There was blood on her lips, running out from an unknown source within. Images of a tongue split in half flashed through my mind, and who can blame me! Around the same age, my mother tells me, I fell onto my behind with a thump in an attempt to stand up, and cut my tongue under my new teeth, clean in half, halfway into my mouth. The tip of my tongue still shows a gap. My mother was worried that I wouldn’t be able to talk. She needn’t have, as all of you who know me know (no, there is no need to emphatically comment about this statement, you know whom I am talking to), but the fear remains.


She wouldn’t let me touch her mouth, and a panicked phone call to R later, in which he told me to first mop her up and see what’s going on, I calmed down.


After cleaning her up and much investigation later, I caught a glimpse of the tip of the underside of her tongue. It was red.


Tricks used to get her to open her mouth – Starting an imitating game, then sticking my tongue out at her, and shrieking with my mouth wide open.


Morals of the story –
Sudden loud noises are to be avoided.
Don’t panic.
Clean the blood first.
It probably isn’t that scary.

One. Planet. Earth.

Sanatana Dharma, also known as Hinduism now, claims that there are four aeons, referred to as yugas. “Satya Yuga”, “Treta Yuga”, “Dwapara Yuga”, and “Kali Yuga”. The Dharma bull (or the bull of righteousness), stands squarely on all four legs in the first one, and now, in Kali Yuga, it balances precariously on just one. Puranas contain stories from the ancient times, and one can clearly see how virtue decreases and sin increases as yugas progress. At the end of Kali Yuga, life is supposed to come to an end in a deluge (just as the Bible predicts an end, hastened by our sins), perhaps of a metaphoric kind. And life starts over from the Golden Age of Virtues, perhaps after several aeons of healing.


As I was reading about the disasters, one by one, and now, the horrifying nuclear reactor leak in Japan, I couldn’t help but wonder. Did we, in our rush towards industrialization and globalization, meddle too much with the deepest laws of physics? Rent apart atoms that should have been left well enough alone? Should we have accepted Dalton’s definition of an atom and left it at that?


Trying to find metal for our machines, diamonds for our jewel collections, we’ve dug deeper and wider into our one planet. We’ve made machines that can dig faster too, using the metal and oil that came from the earth’s depths. We’ve felled trees that hold soil down. Is it possible that we’ve destabilized the earth’s crust and core irreparably? In the quest for faster and easier lives, we’ve littered our one planet too. Can the damage ever be undone?


Our damaging ways haven’t stopped with the Planet Earth. In the utter arrogance of humankind, we brought untold misery to animals in the form of factory farming. Even as we extol the virtues of compassion towards criminals, so have we inflicted suffering upon innocent animals in our food and cosmetic industries (yes, food is an industry now), in our labs and medical research. Drove many to extinction for sport.


Now, I always wondered about the glaring difference between the basic philosophies of Christianity and Sanatana Dharma. While one believes that we are all sinners, and starts from there, the other believes that we are all essentially good, we’re born good, but our actions may lead us down evil paths. Thus, babies are all good. Are both trying to say the same things? Christianity, born as it was in the Hindu Kali Yuga, sees all as sinners. How many of us can honestly state that we’re not guilty of even a single sin? I would hazard a guess and say none.


Coming back to the deluge, can Earth survive the onslaught of so many thoughtless human-but-not-humane beings recklessly pillaging and systematically destroying it?


Perhaps there is a God or a Goddess, perhaps there isn’t, but in the wisdom of our ancient forefathers and foremothers, they predicted that a day would come when we would be on the fast track to using up the Earth, Air, and Sea.


This is an impassioned plea to everyone who reads this to start being kinder to the Earth. I know not if religion is right or if science is, or if both are wrong or both are right, but I do know one thing. Mindless consumerism hurts us in so many ways. It hurts our wallets. It clutters our lives. It consumes even more of the essence of the planet, and replaces it with worthless, poisonous rubbish in the form of landfills. In the form of pollution, to make and transport what we buy. It costs us peace of mind, trying to keep track of everything. Declutter. Simplify.


Folks, if there is one resolution you make today, let it be for the betterment of our One Planet Earth. The. Only. Planet. We. Have.

“Blog and thou shalt receive” – Moi.

On the way back from breakfast and Mother Goose, I steered M’s stroller through the slush and snow and ice that adorned the sidewalks and crosswalks towards the corner grocery store. Ostensibly to buy organic bananas for M, that R and I forgot to get from Les 5 Saisons yesterday (doesn’t the name have a lovely sound to it? It sounds even better when pronounced the French way). They didn’t have any. But I did see some Anjou pears and decided to get them for my salt-chilli powder explosion of tastes craving. I was walking around, trying to see if they had any hidden away in some corner, when I noticed that many shelves were empty. I was getting quite discouraged when I noticed…a green fruit, labeled Goyava. Can this, could this… be… a guava???????? I quickly picked 2 up and rushed home to taste. And what do you know??!!!!!!! A guava!!!!! Happy to report that I’ve eaten both! R isn’t a fan, he said! But he was just being nice because he knows how crazy I am about those!

Seeing Guava in Bartlett Pear

When I was growing up, there was a guava tree behind our house. We could literally reach out of our window and pluck one out to eat. Of course, being that these guavas grew so close to our impatient childish hands, they never saw maturity. Nevertheless, guavas on branches that were out of reach of our marauding hands did ripen and give children of the neighbourhood a wonderful time. They were eaten washed, unwashed (children plucking and eating them? That’s what happens), cut, whole. But none reaches out to me across the years as clearly as eating a guava at just the right ripeness – not too ripe, not too raw – quartered, salt and red chilli powder smeared on the insides.


In my continuing quest to find a pear that M will eat, I bought Bartlett pears. No go. I was admiring this beautiful green fruit with white interiors and marvelling at how anyone can refuse to eat it. Suddenly, the years fell away. I was about 8. I was looking at a guava, trying to find salt and red chilli powder to dip it in. And sit down to savour it. Back to the present, I wondered if I could do the same with the pear. I did, and turns out, a Bartlett pear has just the right texture. If you’ve eaten guava whole, you know that with each bite, there is the smooth white flesh, and the hard seeds. Likewise, this pear has a grainy texture to it.


It worked! I re-created part of the magic. Guava still remains my favourite fruit and whenever and wherever I found it during my pregnancy, I ate it. I found out very recently that a Middle Eastern store very close to where I live stocks them. Too late for this academic year. But perhaps next year…


If you think that any green fruit with white insides will do, you’d be wrong, as I was. I just ate a Granny Smith apple the same way. It was good, in a green apple kind of way, but not in the magical way that tingles my taste buds at the mere thought.


Disclaimer: This is an opinion post, your results may vary.