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#Poetry. The struggles of a mom with herself, when she feels competitive about her young child learning football, when he is yet to get the hang of it.
Watching my son struggle with the ball I cringe inwardly, I hate to see him fall Like every parent, with every ounce of my soul I want him to succeed every time, score every goal He is trying hard, that much I can see To the very best of his somewhat limited ability He is only five, competition not yet a word In his vocabulary, he is still guileless in this world He has not yet succumbed to peer pressure He can still play a game for sheer pleasure.. ** When I get disappointed, I have to remind Myself, this is not about me, I have to find The right balance between pushing and letting go Letting him learn to deal with the highs and the lows I am his cheerleader, the one with the loudest voice But how he handles a sport is ultimately his choice I have to be careful never to weigh him down With my expectations, even if reasonable they sound He is learning to kick the ball, that’s true But on the field he is learning life’s lessons too To fall, and get up, to never lose sight Of the ultimate goal, to keep up the fight When he does not play well and I get upset I set a wrong example, he does not learn to accept Disappointment, which in life is inevitable In every walk of life, this rule is applicable ** Thus while my son soccer and life’s lessons learns I learn valuable parenting lessons in turn…
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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