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Mom-In-Training: Birthday Party For Baby Alive

Little Miss. Nid got a Baby Alive doll for Christmas from her grandparents and aunt and has complained that Baby Alive aka Emma hasn’t had a birthday yet and is zero years old.

For the past few days I’ve put it off. But was instructed this morning to make sure the dining table was clean. Being the obedient mother that I am, I went with it; I cleared the table, brought out Barbie, Elsa and Anna and placed plates, cups and napkins on the table. I even stitched “Emma” a new dress for her big day.

After the little missy returned home from school, we had a cookies and milk birthday party for Emma. We sang her the birthday song and even cut a cookie-tower cake.

I don’t particularly like birthday parties during week, but thankfully the guests quickly ate their treats and went off to play.

I know it’s kind of hilarious but when the missy wants a birthday party, you have to give her “baby girl” a birthday party.

Needless to say, the child in me awoke today and I got a big hug and kiss as a thank you, and the biggest smile; which is what it’s all about at the end of the day, isn’t it?

Enjoy the rest of your week and let the child in you come out and play a little too! Xoxo



Mom-In-Training: Precious Moments

One of the most precious moments caught on camera was of my love and me, holding pinky fingers as we slept.

I found this photo on my phone a few days ago; it must have been from the night when she got in trouble from me and cried herself to sleep.

We had a rough day, the two of us, and when it was bedtime, I lay there beside her explaining how words and actions can hurt even mommy and daddy’s feelings. Because we didn’t cry, it didn’t mean that we weren’t hurt.

She was sorry and empathetic. She grabbed my pinky finger and pinky swore to never hurt me or her daddy again. I kissed her forehead and told her it would be alright as long as we all respected and loved each other.

By the time I was done talking, silence had fallen, her tears had dried up and she was peacefully asleep with her pinky finger locked into mine. I soon fell asleep not removing my finger from hers and when I awoke this photo was on my phone.

Daddy must have come in after we fell asleep and captured this moment for me to cherish.

One of the sweetest moments indeed…

The Last Day Of Junior Kindergarten 

Last Day of JK – June 29, 2017

Can you believe it; the school year is over. My (not so little) munchkin has already had her Junior Kindergarten graduation and Friday was her last day of school. Where did the year go? Why is it going so fast and why is she growing up so quickly? In September, she will be starting Senior Kindergarten at a new French immersion school. She’ll take a school bus to and from school and become even more independent than she is today. 

Graduation with Mrs. B & Mrs. V – June 23, 2017

My little baby is no longer a baby and that is the hardest part about being a mom; watching your child grow up. No one warned me about the growing up phase and how quickly she’ll become independent. I mean, I knew she would grow up eventually but I wasn’t prepared for how soon it would be. 

Graduation – June 23, 2017

As saddened as it is to see her become independent and not need her mommy as much, I am proud of the sweet little girl she is becoming. Yes, she has some issues here and there with her behaviour and not eating her meals but overall, she is a smart, respectful and polite girl and that makes me exceptionally proud to be her mom. 

Congratulations to all the little boys and girls graduating and moving into a higher grade and to all of the proud parents and teachers that have worked so hard all year to ensure these little ones succeed. Thank you to all the teachers, especially, Mrs. B and Mrs. V for all their compassion, love, efforts and care they given my child. Your efforts truly shine with everything she does. 


Nid’s 4th Birthday Party 

She’s already 4 years old and her party was a big hit. We held it at our home and did the split parties again; morning children and family and evening adults for dinner and drinks. Of course, I am still completely exhausted. But my munchkin had an amazing time, loved her decorations and yummy treats.

We ordered two party size pizzas, I made pigs in a blanket, coconut/peanut butter snowballs, jelly ice cubes, reindeer pretzel antlers, melted snow coolaid drinks and many more treats.

This year’s theme was Disney’s Frozen. My apartment looks like there is snowflakes falling from the sky. The walls have huge Elsa and Anna decals on them and the tables are covered in snow. Here are some photos of the big day. 


Dearest Kindergarten Teachers

Dearest Kindergarten Teachers:

I don’t know how to begin my note as my heart is sore and eyes wet from seeing my little kiddo crying as she’s being pulled away from me at the gates of the kindergarten entrance. I know you have many other children to look after and your job is one of the toughest in the world. You take care of, nurture and teach our children many of the things they will need in their lifetime. I also know, some of you are overwhelmed with the amount of children you have in your class as the numbers increase year after year.

But I only have the one and she is my life, my happiness, my love and the reason for me being who I am. I would hope that when I come to drop her off and when she doesn’t so easily let go of my hand and tears pour out of her eyes, that you would show a little compassion for the two of us. I too try very hard every day to push back my tears as you or your assistant pull her away from me. I would hope that you could give me a minute to calm her down and reassure her that everything will be alright and that school is where she needs to be at this time. 

I know you’ve done this a hundred times or more before. But me and my child have not and we are still adjusting. Please show some compassion and let me give my little one another hug before you take her away. 



Nid’s First Day Of Kindergarten 

Yesterday was Nid’s first day of Jr. Kindergarten and I am a complete mess. She was excited to be taking her lunch to school in her new Frozen lunchbox and containers. But she didn’t want to be in the big girl class; she wanted to stay with her best friend, who’s a year younger in their preschool. She wanted to stay with Ms. Edith and Ms. Shipra because she loves them and will miss them. 

She took some great pictures outside the school and was all smiles. But once the teachers began taking their kids inside, she began to clench my hand and insisted that I stay. The teacher’s assistant slightly pulled her away; which caused her to burst into tears, resulting in mommy bursting into tears. I had been trying so hard to hold back my tears until that moment but the moment I saw her cry, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. I kneeled down to hug her and reassured her that daddy or I would pick her up after school and it would be alright once she was inside with the rest of her class. Finally, the assistant pulled her away, asked me to leave and took my baby inside.

I stood near the compound of the school for a long while comforting myself and reassuring myself that she would be alright and would get through this and would eventually love school. 

I left her a little congratulatory note and treat at home to encourage her and let her know how proud daddy and I are of her. 

But how will I get through the fact that she’s not my baby anymore? She’s growing up so quickly and time is flying past us. She’s not my little baby anymore. She’s my big girl now and that’s terrifying for me. Day-by-day she is becoming more independent and doesn’t need me to lend her a hand. She wants to do everything on her own and barely needs her mommy anymore. And as great as that is, she’s still my little girl and I still need her to let do things for her. I’m not as ready to let go as she is. 

My friends tell me that it will only get harder the bigger she gets because she’ll want to soar and fly and won’t want her mommy there all the time. Although, I know they’re right, I don’t want to believe them.  I want to be the exception, that no matter how big she gets, she still looks for my hand beside her’s when she’s walking. 


Mom In Training: Consoling Your Toddler

A couple of days ago, Nid had stated to one of her teachers that she was really upset because Babu (her dad) was on the airplane and she missed him. Later that night, as we lay in bed she stated that her best friend, Maya didn’t play with her and she was upset because of it. I asked her why not and she responded, “because she plays in the doll house and there’s so many other kids there and I can’t play there.” I asked her why she didn’t play with other kids and she said they didn’t play with her and that no one plays with her. Feeling helpless, I told her, “don’t worry, mommy will play with you at home and at school, you can try playing with the other kids and try to join in the games and activities they’re interested in.”

My toddler is feeling upset and besides trying to give her as much happiness as I can without spoiling her, there’s not much else I can do but listen to her reasoning for being upset. 

I am a strong believer in communication and being someone that dealt with and suffered from depression all my life, I don’t want my daughter to feel like she can’t speak to me about her feelings; which is why every day Nid and I sit down and chat about her day in school. Of course, I ask her the usual questions; “did you eat your lunch? Were you good today? What did you do during activity time?” But I also ask her questions about how she felt, if something made her sad or happy and why she felt that way. I also ask her questions about how she could feel better if she felt upset.

I know she is only three and a half years old and probably has no clue what depression is. But depression can begin at a young age. With everyone being so busy and wrapped up with technology, I feel like families are losing time to communicate. You hear all those news reports of mass-shootings in schools and children committing suicide. Why do you think these children get to that extreme point where they decide to take their own lives or those of others? It’s because they’ve got years of feelings and thoughts built up inside them and no one bothering to ask them how they’re feeling or what they’re dealing with.

I won’t blame parents, it’s not my position to do so, I am not a perfect parent to the least bit. But as the adults, it is our job to open the way for communication and if your child doesn’t talk then either; which some will rebel against, it is also your job to find alternative methods to finding out what your child is feeling or going through. 

Growing up, my parents, specifically my father didn’t believe in talking to us or hearing about our feelings. It was the way he was raised; the man works and the woman deals with the kids. Although, my mother played the “I’m your friend” role in our lives, sometimes we just needed a father, a protector to hear us out. But he was too busy working. When my brother started dominating the house in my father’s absence, he became so dominating that you couldn’t even talk to him on a general level, let alone a personal one. 

My sister had a best friend, they were inseparable. They shared every detail about their lives. But I wasn’t the type to open up easily to others outside of the family. My tough exterior kept me that way for years. I wanted to tell my dad how I felt and what I feared. But when he wouldn’t take the time to listen, I turned to paper. I wrote 15-20 diaries during my early teen years. My diary was my best friend. It never judged me, it had no boundaries of what I could tell it and was always there whenever I needed it. It just didn’t console me or guide me. That emptiness was never filled and the need to receive guidance filled up inside me. I felt alone and helpless at times and depression engulfed me. 

I don’t want Nid to experience that helplessness. I’ve bought her a mommy-daughter diary and a daddy-daughter one too. Although, D and I try our best to ask questions and have an interest in her feelings. I know sometimes it might be hard for her to tell us everything. So, I’ve asked her to draw us a picture whenever she feels like she can’t talk to us. Right now, there’s a bunch of scribbles on the pages. Some are soft swirls and lines on the days when she’s just drawing for the sake of drawing. But there is also a day when she drew hard zigzags and nearly ripped through the paper. I know she was upset that day. She had gotten in trouble for misbehaving and her anger shows on the piece of paper. 

I asked her why she was scribbling so hard and she said she was upset because she didn’t like it when I got mad at her. That was the first time I realized she had shown me how she was feeling without telling me directly. 

I don’t know if I’m right or wrong to use this method of communication. I don’t know if it will help her tell us how she’s feeling. But for now, it’s an open door. As she grows my hope is that she’ll feel secure and safe enough to write or draw most of her feelings without feeling like we’ll be mad or judge her. My daily chats with her will always continue but at least we have our diaries for the days she doesn’t feel like talking. 

How do you deal with your children’s emotions? What are your methods of communication? Do you think my methods are right and will deem helpful in the long-run? Share your thoughts!