#parentingfeels

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🌙 One Question at 11:47 PM Changed Everything

Have you ever asked something so small… that it quietly changed someone forever?

At 11:47 PM, a child asked a simple question. That moment made a father pause, listen, and truly see his child for the first time. ❤️

This short, heartfelt story captures how the smallest moments in family life often leave the deepest marks.

📖 Read the full story: https://storycorner.in/at-1147-pm-one-question-changed-a-father-forever/

💬 Reblog if this reminds you that love often speaks in whispers.

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Tiny Humans, Big Learning: What Preschool Really Teaches Us

There’s something magical about watching a 3-year-old pour water from one jug to another with full focus.

No distractions. No rush. Just pure concentration.

It might seem small, but it’s huge. That quiet act of pouring water? That’s confidence, control, patience — all being built one drop at a time.

We often think of preschool as a place where kids “start learning.” But the truth is, they’ve already been learning — we just finally give them the space and materials to show it.

That’s one of the things that stood out when I visited a few Montessori schools in Bangalore. The energy was so calm. The kids weren’t running wild or being shushed — they were engaged. Like, truly engaged. Doing puzzles, sweeping the floor, helping each other zip jackets.

It didn’t feel like a school. It felt like a place where little people were being treated like people.

Here’s what I’ve learned from watching preschoolers lately:

They don’t need loud, bright, noisy learning environments. They need intentional ones.

They don’t need to be told what to do every minute. They need trust.

They don’t need perfect scores. They need freedom to try, mess up, and try again.

So maybe choosing a preschool isn’t about which one has the best building or the fanciest curriculum.

Maybe it’s about choosing a place that believes kids are already capable.

And just gives them the space to prove it.

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Self Realisation...

It has taken me almost 9 months, but I have FINALLY had the AH-HA! moment.

Consoling a somewhat inconsolable baby tonight, the tears came flooding as I realised that she actually needed me.

I think I may have just had that "penny dropping" moment, where I now understand what this parenting thing is all about.

Sure she has needed me before now; feeding; changing; refereeing between her and the dog; comforting; nursing; parenting. But something tonight was different.

She has always been somewhat of a difficult baby, and although head strong, wouldn’t be fazed either way about which parent/person/family member/family pet attended to her, for as long as she received the desired attention she was fine.

She actually needed ME. Just me. Not my husband, not our 4 legged fur baby, me.

To say being overcome with emotion I feel is an overused term, yet something inside of me awakened and shed a whole new light on what it really means to me to be a parent.

Hell! I can even say I now truly understand why OTHER people have a desire for multiple children. Footnote here - specifically OTHER people, this shop is shut!

As I sat with the eventual consoled baby peaceful in my arms, I myself wept like the babe herself. For I had not believed, honestly, 100%, unequivocally believed that the parenting path which I had chosen was really the right fit for me. I mean sure, I had managed to keep her alive and breathing and away from harm for all this time, yet was always second guessing myself, questioning if she was going to grow to resent me - especially on the days where no matter what I did, it was useless, I was useless.

I think I’ve got it now, a bit slow on the old uptake, but I got there. Through a box of tissues, a baby wipes for panda mascara, but I got there.

I will live to eat these words - but I got this! #igotthis