little miss and her mom
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Two weeks back in the swing of things after Little Miss’s discharge — stubborn alarms, indefensible butter, and a monsoon that refuses to be hurried. A fortnight that never quite reconciles, and somehow still lands in the black.
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Some Julys are wetter than others not because of the sky but because of what happened underneath it. The fevers weathered, the small hand held, the ordinary miracle of everyone waking up, at last, cool to the touch.
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Rain and waiting rooms, a cough that won’t quit, a small girl who doesn’t want to leave her bed — and a mother who is braver than she believes she is.
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It has been almost four weeks since school reopened after the summer vacations, and what a month it has been: a month of two seasons, really, stitched together by one very confused sky.
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The summer holidays always end the same way for us – too fast, and with a small human who has very strong opinions about waking up early again. School reopened this week, and our mornings are back to their familiar shape: my alarm going off, a gentle (and then less gentle) round of nudging, and…
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Sensory-friendly, affordable indoor activities for special needs children this monsoon — calming corners, fine motor crafts, and rainy-day play that’s actually been tested at home.
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I poured my love into a wellI could not see the bottom of.Each word I said dissolved like rain,each name I called rose up, then fellback into silence, back to you,unreachable as morning sky.I learned to love without return.I learned to give without a ledger.I learned that love could be a verbthat needs no echo,…
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Sensory play is any activity that stimulates a child’s senses: touch, sight, hearing, smell, and taste. It’s a wonderful way for little ones to explore the world while developing fine motor skills and focus. The best part? You don’t need expensive toys to get started. You can create engaging experiences using everyday items from your…
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The other day while looking for something, I found Little Miss’s doll lying under the bed. The doll, who I call Dolly, once a pristine cream colour doll with blue dress and blue cap looked so dirty I straightaway had to give her a good hot bath and dry her in the sun. Dolly is…
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I will have held Little Miss’s hand through every storm,And she will have taught meWhat strength really looks like.Little Miss will have laughedIn a world that didn’t always understand herAnd that laugh will have beenThe most honest soundI ever heard.There will have been hard mornings,Doors that wouldn’t open,Words that wouldn’t come,Days that asked more than…