The Wi-Fi Bond
June 10, 2011
Right now we are building their hard drive. As much programming as you do in their brain, it’s going to stay in there for good.
Right now we are building their hard drive. As much programming as you do in their brain, it’s going to stay in there for good.
I cared about girls, I cared about looking good, and I cared about my hair staying spiky. My dad was aware of the line of thinking that often plagued teenagers like me.
It’s difficult to see your father as a man—not a superhero, a brave soldier, nor as I once dreamt, a counter-terrorism agent. We miss the children in our parents sometimes.
It did not start off with dida as my nanny. There was this one woman who would tie me up to a table so I wouldn’t crawl away.
The research on home-based care is slim. And what does exist is scary. But there comes a time, and dare I say it’s now, that we need to start recognizing a new sociological reality.
While I was confident in my assessment of myself, I couldn’t help but think, ‘How could I ever trust my precious little baby with someone else?’
Being a professional South Asian mother, I asked myself: “Does my child need me to be with him 24/7?” My answer was, “Not really.”
My father’s first grandchild was born today. Even though my beliefs allow for rebirth, I was hesitant to think this might be true.
I will probably anger you. I wasn’t planning on it; but a conversation I had last night changed the fate of this page.
One day he scolded me when I giggled with a lady at the post office. “Mom, why are you talking to a stranger?”
What other infant animal cannot walk for the first year of life? Human babies have to find someone to attach to within hours of birth or they will not survive.
I have begun to realize that I view parents from a closed lens that is tainted with labels, presumptions and obstacles.