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  For most of us, childhood memories are precious treasures revisited occasionally. My childhood memories are generally happy memories, and I’d love to share some of them with you   Family Mom and Dad were a hard-working, God-fearing couple who inculcated values and principles in my brother and me that have held us in good stead today. There was playtime and study time, and my parents were extremely strict about keeping boundaries between the two. Playtime was always after homework.  Mom supervised homework, while dad had the pleasure of signing the good report cards. My brother and I  had our fair share of sibling quarrels, but I remember how excited I was when he came into the world. Family also included, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins who lived in far-off places and with whom we regularly kept in touch through letters, cards and postcards. We visited them during vacations and I cherish those memories.   School I attended a Convent schoo...

  Parenting: Learning by Degrees   My parents were an ordinary, hardworking, God - fearing couple who taught us well. They inculcated in my brother and me values and morals that I hold in good stead  and strive to do the same with my offspring.  Dad was a big, burly good natured man with a penchant for song and the stricter of the two. Mum taught in the local convent school finding a balance between work and home. Disagreements notwithstanding, they created a haven of love, laughter, happy days and good times.  You know naught about parenting when you receive the gift of parenthood and parenting is a humongous responsibility. No book will teach you how to be a parent. Amid trials, errors and a lot of well meaning advice from folk around, you strive to raise your child to be a well balanced individual. Parenting is a rollercoaster ride. There are happy and sad moments. You experience days of intense joy and pride and days when you just want to slink away in...