Friday, July 31, 2015

Potty Training - As easy as it should be!

Being an environmentalist in my own little ways (give me some days, I intend to write an article on this), I am less guilty these days. Lolo has reduced her diaper consumption to just one in a day, meaning only seven in a week! This is like 70% reduction compared to few weeks ago.

My whole idea of her upbringing is natural flow in time. I have less influence in her food habits, dressing choices and her wildness in the house. In my opinion, a child has to grow up sensing his/ her own existence and in the environment that best fits him/her. And this understanding has full agreement from my parents and family members alike. 

One common concern, the potty-training claim. 

The pressure would mount each time I heard a friend's child being potty trained, some way younger than Lolo. The tips came ample - like hard core training through abuse and threats. Oh no, I won't want to impose that on Lolo. My mother's words stand insightful, "I never really potty trained any of my children, you all learnt when you can." By the way, she raised seven children of her own and now the fourth grandchild named Lolo.

Few months ago, I read this eye-opening article:Why NOT to Potty-train when NOT ready
which made me feel like I won the argument. I vowed to myself that Lolo will take her own time and when she is ready, she will.

Yes!

Independence starts early in life
For the past few weeks, my daughter has been attending to her nature's call. She diligently runs to her potty or when the mood sinks in, to the bathroom. Then the flush...fffffllllluuuuussssshhhhh! At better times she cleans her potty. And her tiny hands. 

This milestone has nothing to do about our coercive measures. My only credit would be buying those potties - one to be used on the toilet pot and other the regular one. Lolo uses both.

Thank you Lolo. You make my life easier than thought. Keep giving me happiness after happiness.

And here is another article on potty training which has some helpful tips.

P.S: As I update this article (12/08/15), Lolo is fully trained and master of her body.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

The Beautiful Truth ~~~ of Love

"Mama, you don't love me enough," Lolo makes a blunt statement at dot midnight (21/07/2015) just as I was thinking of retiring for the day. I was engrossed reading the book Until I say Good Bye by one Susan who writes about her last year as a normal person before being completely diagnosed with ALS. Lolo had already drifted into a deep slumber an hour ago. 

I abruptly closed the book.

"Mama ge phang-pu mala dang? (Mama doesn't love you?)" I rephrased her statement.

"Mala," and Lolo drifted back to sleep.

Of course, this is not true! I know, she knows and everyone knows. 

I will let this statement pass. Lolo may be a smart child but I will let it pass on the assumption that she is too young for such a strong deduction. Or may be she had a dream wherein I was ignoring her (this is a better consolation).

My Lolo is the most beautiful child for all the judgement I can pass. And I shall rest the case here. 


Following are some of the snippets I want to share from the everyday first-time acts portrayed by Lolo:

1) My friend Rima was at our place for sleepover. Lolo was excited beyond heaps and bounds. While I was in the kitchen preparing her milk, I heard Lolo conversing in Dzongkha fearing Rima didn't understand her Sharchhop :)

2) My mother has been trying her best wits to hide the pair of scissors, especially after Lolo cut her hair for the THIRD time. Last afternoon, Lolo came looking for the same. When Ama said she doesn't know where it is, Lolo was heard accusing, "Nan so dhu ma yekchho...khong may na (Don't you dare lie, I will punish you)." She was loud enough for the neighbours to hear.

3) When Lolo refused to listen, my father seemingly threatened that he will go out without her. So, he walked to the door, pulled the door knob and slammed it, hoping Lolo would come running after him. He was wrong - instead of following him, Lolo was seen looking down from the window waiting for Apa to appear outside :)

4) I am to go home with some TANGS (gifts) for her or Lolo won't let me in. One such time, I had taken two jellies. Just as Lucy was handing them to her, she asked for some. When Lucy said she couldn't find more, Lolo pushed her asking, "Goth-cho om-chhang la mo (See if there are some more)". By the way, her Sharchhop is the cutest, and with typical accent from my mother.

5) And our ritual before bed - she opens my mobile phone and orders me to play Monster Zuma. Thanks to her, I now know some tricks around that game. Anything the boss says, I comply :)

P.S: What is there NOT to love about this little munchkin?

Thursday, July 9, 2015

Divine Interpretation of Our/ My Beliefs

Just back from an enlightening pilgrimage cum tour from the east where I and my fellow travellers had the privilege of visiting many many sacred places in Bumthang, Lhuntse and TrashiYangtse, I am compelled to write this wrenching article based on a conversation that took place few weeks ago.

Over lunch table, couple of us were brewing the excitement of a holiday the following Friday - the Birth Anniversary of Guru Rinpoche. 

"When is Guru's death anniversary?" asked the only foreigner on the table.

"Guru didn't die, he is still alive," defended a friend.

"He was born miraculously and he never died. We can see him if we really believe in him," said I, with a tinge of pride. 

A loud burst of laughter followed, more on the lighter note. In the midst of this, our Chilip mate commented, "Why do you all make mockery of the beliefs you all believe so much in?" 

Silence!

"Not really. But this is how we believe in. We believe through these light notes although we may doubt some of the myths," I clarified with dignity and strong belief. 

Silence again.

Anyway, to continue - the pilgrim sites that my team visited in Bumthang, Lhuntse and TranshiYangtse (Bumthang: Kuje Lhakhang, Jambay Lhakhang, Mebar Tsho and Shingkhar Dechenling in Shingkhar, Ura; Lhuntse - Bakha Lhakhang and Guru Statue at Takila; and Yangtse - Gom Kora and Chorten Kora) are full of astonishing stories and with evidences. When faced with such realities, who can deny the facts?
Guru Nangsa Zhillion, Takila, Lhuntse

With folded palms and genuine prayers, I stood in front of Guru Nangsa Zhillion statue in Takila, Lhuntse and asked myself if I really believed in my faith. A gentle breeze washed across my heart, a feeling so heavenly and beyond human, that it made me look up to the sky for answers. As if I was being talked back, I had no space for any doubts. The same feeling was felt in almost every site we visited. It was like I badly needed this pilgrimage to light the candle of my faith, the candle that never exhausts but burns with more and more beliefs. 

I do not want to refute anyone's belief here in respect of what each one believes in. As for me, being born in a country that has rich culture and history, I am more than fortunate. More so the opportunities that I get to visit the sites of great history and from them the peace I bring in my heart. And this gives me the tone of my happiness.

By the way, I don't mock my beliefs; I only believe in them just the way they should be believed.