Piece of mind!

All of us have grown up on a generous dose of fairy tales. We have been acquainted and regaled with the stories of good gaining victory over the evil. A child is never taught what lies between black and white, the thin line that treads between the good and the bad, and how as grown ups we have to deal with shades of grey all over. How we wish to grow up when we are kids and how we yearn to be back to those olden-golden days once we know the price for growing up. Certain moments of your life take away the beauty and joy of living and loving and makes one think about the entire saga that life is. A conversation casually started with a close one turned out to be an eye opener, when i was informed that the lady in question has been harassed at a family event by a very respectable senior member of the extended family known for his righteous ways. As she went on about how she was shocked, taken aback, furious and victimized all at the same time, i too felt a surge of anger swept through

Kids! Oh! they are such a joy and attention seekers... I feel at times that motherhood is indeed precarious. Finding myself in situations and times when i start pondering about the entire learning and unlearning we have been taught as kids. My two year old lad loves playing kitchen sets and dolls with girls as much as he is fond of cars and cricket bats. Many a times people say "boys dont play with dolls, you should not let him do that." I am quite undecided on this facet. Why should i stop him? He is copying what he sees around him and if he cooks or cleans when he grows up emulating the same things then he would be no less a man.  The fact that he befriends little girls quickly rather than the boys amuses us parents and whosoever gets to know this. Maybe that is the effect of growing up with girls. However what sets me thinking is that whether i had been equally amused at this leaning of my daughter had i been blessed with one? And moreover would i revel in the fact th