"This is your private part. Nobody should touch it or see it. Only your mom, dad and your doctor can. Never touch your friend's private parts and do not allow anyone to touch yours. It’s private.”
"What is private mamma?"
“Private means, it belongs to you only and nobody should see it, touch it. Also, we do not talk about it with everyone. If you want to talk about it, come to papa or me.” That's my chant to my child.Blaming the other child for all the ills my child develops, is NOT ON MY AGENDA. Click on the link to read the full article on Mompresso Image courtesy-Pixabay
I wonder if Indians smooch? They do? Really? Have they always smooched or it is some new found sexual angle? Oh, forget it! How does it matter? With our population, nothing matters. I had an idea about smooching back in school- the year 1996. You know how Chinese whisper works. When it came to ‘smooching’ what came to me was something to do with the tongue and esophagus. The implementation happened 15 years later in the most unsophisticated, an ‘atrangi’ and unhygienic way. For a middle-class Indian who is raised with the mantra- ‘ jootha nahi khate ’, smooching = sin. Unsanitary sin. Forget it! I am not a fan of a smooch. But what if my kid is? The thing is that the biological clock and the academic clock are in direct conflict when you enter your teens or hit puberty. Just when the world is putting the right kind of pressure on you to go to Stanford, your mind is solving calculus equations, your body is doing its own weird calculation...size? Inches? Bang
If a parent is trying to protect, care for, and educate a girl child on her sexuality, it is equally essential to provide the same to the boy child. Doesn't it take 'TWO TO TANGO'? Giving attention to your boy child is equally important, if not more. If we made our boy children responsible adults, we ensure that the girls don’t need to move around with fear. Don't say then- I will not understand. I do because I have a son, and he is not a bull. Click on My son, his Spermarche, and his Sexuality to read the full article. Image courtesy-Pixabay
A flat tummy is a joyful tummy. Being a Life Coach and a blogger-I get to sit more than I walk. :( I belong to the category of women who are not fitness freak but fitness conscious. I prefer eating healthy, drinking healthy, and staying fit and not necessarily in perfect shape. I belong to the category of women who are forever juggling between home, work, kids, husband, friends, and self. I am also one of those addicted to the 'basics’ of life and crave simple basic things that can help. Be it home remedies for hair growth or cold and cough or decorating the DIY way with strewn acorns or exercise, I would choose mother earth and my body rather than hit a gym any day. Do I consider myself a fit person? No. But I try every day to do the right things for my body, mind, and soul. This is one regime that I have been doing for a decade now. Lately, I keep missing it because of my newfound interest in a brisk walk for 30 mins daily, which burns 100 calories for me. I don't get very a