Daddy’s Diaries III
January 1, 2011
The last few times I’ve dreamt of my father, he hasn’t said anything. In my subconscious, as in real life, he is an advocate of silence.
The last few times I’ve dreamt of my father, he hasn’t said anything. In my subconscious, as in real life, he is an advocate of silence.
If a child steals a candy, they get a slap on the wrist. But if they steal 100 pieces? Do they get 100 tiny slaps, or one big punch to the face?
Homer Simpson was his favorite father figure, and he thought Garfield had mastered the art of perfect bliss. As I grew older, I began to envy him.
It is an extremely private world, the pages of a diary. And having entered his, I was taken straight to the core.
What we say to them when they are very young is not our reality 15 years later when we have also grown up in the new culture. But how will they know that?
She had an affinity for ‘50s and ‘60s Hindi music. In case you’re not familiar with this genre, it’s comprised mostly of coy ladies who sing in a tone so high it can sometimes only be heard by animals and the trained ears of my mom.
When we finally decide to take on the role of an older sibling, we are always at risk of being either too protective, a bad role model, or a hypocrite.
I had just gotten my first period. My mother’s words ended after the diaper instructions. I still had no clue what was happening.
Take a moment to think. In being part of the hip and happening generation with powerful technology literally at your fingertips, are you really living life to the full?
I feel Facebook is a boon. I don’t feel lonely anymore for I can enter people’s lives without being answerable, without being judged.
“Has your daughter done anything that shocked you?” No matter how permissive a parent we try to be, there is always a moment that jolts us.
It started off with people you didn’t really like. ‘Request’ seems to be a polite way of saying, “Do this or you’re in big trouble.”