Saturday, May 7, 2011
"Mamma"
On this Mother's Day, I feel very very fortunate to have such an incredible partner to raise two wonderful children. Sheela is no ordinary Mamma. She is meticulous, deliberate and full of endless love for our kids. She is always thinking of what she can do or plan for the boys. Sheela makes sacrifices and works hard to be the best mother she can be. Sheela is constantly telling me about what she read online or in a book that will make us better parents. She tries so hard and IS one amazing mother. I love her with all my heart because of it. Thank you Sheela, what you do for our family is invaluable and we are all better in every way. We love you!!!
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Happy Easter :: by mama
As Kaya gets older, we have been making more of an effort to introduce some American holiday traditions. I think traditions in general are important for all children, but perhaps even more so for children living overseas, to help them understand their own culture despite being far from home.
Let's be clear: the goal here is not to blindly inculcate our children in American culture. Rather, our motivation lies more in a desire to help the boys understand their identity and to ground them in something larger than our immediate family. In particular, Kaya identifies strongly (and proudly) with being American. I think it helps him to understand his place in the world, and so we want to help him to understand what that means, at least to us.
So, although I personally don't remember ever dyeing Easter eggs as a child, I thought it would be a good experience for Kaya. We invited a friend of his over, and it was a little cultural exchange. (His friend, though also an ex-pat, is not Christian and had not experienced this Easter tradition, but was eager to try it out.) They first colored the Easter eggs with wax crayons, then dyed them.
They turned out quite well, and the kids were happy with the results.
The next day, the Easter bunny hid eggs around the apartment, along with baskets for both Kaya and Kiran. Kaya had a lot of fun finding the eggs, eating the chocolates, and playing with his new Easter toys. Kiran enjoyed the eggs and toys as well (no chocolates, maybe next year!).
However, the biggest hit seems to have been the basket itself. It has endless possibilities as a push toy...
a hat...
and a stool. Good times.
Finally, I'll leave you with the quote of the holiday, from Kaya. He evidently spent a lot of time thinking about this, because he said basically the same thing to me and to Chris, on two separate occasions:
Kaya: Daddy, I know the Easter bunny isn't real.
Daddy: Really? Why is that?
Kaya: Because it's really Santa, just dressed up as a rabbit!
Let's be clear: the goal here is not to blindly inculcate our children in American culture. Rather, our motivation lies more in a desire to help the boys understand their identity and to ground them in something larger than our immediate family. In particular, Kaya identifies strongly (and proudly) with being American. I think it helps him to understand his place in the world, and so we want to help him to understand what that means, at least to us.
So, although I personally don't remember ever dyeing Easter eggs as a child, I thought it would be a good experience for Kaya. We invited a friend of his over, and it was a little cultural exchange. (His friend, though also an ex-pat, is not Christian and had not experienced this Easter tradition, but was eager to try it out.) They first colored the Easter eggs with wax crayons, then dyed them.
They turned out quite well, and the kids were happy with the results.
The next day, the Easter bunny hid eggs around the apartment, along with baskets for both Kaya and Kiran. Kaya had a lot of fun finding the eggs, eating the chocolates, and playing with his new Easter toys. Kiran enjoyed the eggs and toys as well (no chocolates, maybe next year!).
However, the biggest hit seems to have been the basket itself. It has endless possibilities as a push toy...
a hat...
Finally, I'll leave you with the quote of the holiday, from Kaya. He evidently spent a lot of time thinking about this, because he said basically the same thing to me and to Chris, on two separate occasions:
Kaya: Daddy, I know the Easter bunny isn't real.
Daddy: Really? Why is that?
Kaya: Because it's really Santa, just dressed up as a rabbit!
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