Studies have revealed that even foetuses can recognize their mother’s voice. In that case, why not read aloud during your pregnancy too? And once the little one arrives, just continue doing so.
More than the story, babies understand a parent’s warmth. So when you tell this age group a story fill it with lots of cuddles and snuggles. And research has shown that, while an infant does not understand words, hearing the mother’s voice develops his interest in sounds.
They also like sounds which have a rhythm to it. So tell the tale, either from books to read online or from the print in a sing-song fashion and with a smile on your face. Also, vary the pitch of your voice as you tell the tale.
“Ma-Doooooor!!” Hama-Guri squealed. “Give me the ball…Quick!”
Ma-Door threw the ball to his best friend. it was always great to spend a Sunday morning with his closest pal in their favourite park. Added, finally the sun had come out today after many foggy winter days.
When mum saw him, she called him “What are you doing there Hama?” “Umm…” Hama-Guri stood at the door and smiled sheepishly as he saw dad giving mumma a kiss. Ma-Door, his information encyclopaedia, had already told him about Valentine’s Day. “Nothing…”
Mumma laughed and went over to him and picked him up and gave him a big hug. And then it was father’s turn.
“Oh you two leave me alone!” He squealed and giggled. “I’m a big boy now!”
“But today we celebrate love.” Said his parents together.
“Mumma we have to take up a new class at school!” HamaI-Guri cried as he barged in through the door. He had just come back from school, and, as usual, he had loads to talk about. “There are so many of them that I don’t know what to do.”
“What classes Hama?” Mumma asked. She had not got any notice from school yet. Then what was her son talking about?
Hama-Guri sat down on the sofa beside his mother and took out a sheet of paper. His mother looked at it and smiled. Sure enough these were classes. And yet they were not. They were hobby classes that kids could join if they wished to. Read more… →
“The tree looks so lovely!” Hama-Guri exclaimed as his mother finished putting the final star on top of the Christmas tree. “Yes dear, it does.” She replied, a smile on her face. They had spent the last two hours doing up the tree and now it was time for celebrations to begin. “So Hama, what did you ask from Santa this year?”
Hama-Guri looked at his mother. There was something that he was meaning to tell her for the past few days. But he was scared whether his words would hurt her or not. He loved his mother and he hated seeing her feel sad.
“There’s something on your mind Hama. What is it?” his mother asked seeing her son’s brow creased together. He was only six, but he often amazed her with his questions, ideas and thoughts. She knew this was one such instance. And she was ready for the surprise. Read more… →
Hama-Guri and Ma-Door, his best friend and his neighbour, sat in the former’s room looking at old albums. Hama’s mother had taken it out for them. It was raining way too hard outside and she saw no signs of it abetting. So this was one way she could keep the two boys occupied. Even though she wanted to sit and play with them, it was way past 7pm in the evening and she had not even begun chopping the vegetables for dinner.
“Is that really you?” Ma-Door asked as he stared at the picture of a tiny baby wrapped up in a blue cloth.
“Ya.” Hama replied feeling a little shy. These pictures were fun to see but he wouldn’t want his image of being the adventurous lad getting spoilt because of all these picture from eons ago. “I am sure you were like this too Ma-Door.” Read more… →
Hama-Guri ran into the house. He had just back from school but ws still full of energy. His mother knew why. This happened every time he learnt something new. He loved to share it with his mother and explore more about it.
“Good afternoon mumma!” He exclaimed, his face beaming. “You know what the teacher taught us today?”
“Tell me Hama. I want to learn too.” She smiled back at her son. His excitement was infectious.
“She showed us a chess board and said ‘This is a square’ and then a pizza bread and said ‘This is a circle’.”
“How interesting.” His mother replied. She knew what was coming next. But she was prepared for it. And it would be fun discovering with him too.
“She showed us a few more. But mumma when I asked her about more, she said ‘More tomorrow’. Mumma can we do it now?” Read more… →
Hama-Guri climbed out of bed with the smell of fresh pancakes and cheese scrambled eggs drifting into the room. It was a bright winter Sunday morning. He smiled. Today would be a fun day. He had already got his bag pack ready the previous night. Now he just had to wait for Maa-Door, his best friend and neighbour, to arrive and they could set off for their squirrel spotting trip to the jungle.
“Hama-Guri are you up yet?” His mother screamed from floor below. “Breakfast’s ready and Maa-Door is also here.”
“I’m coming.” He darted into the bathroom and quickly brushed his teeth. A few mug full of water poured on his body and his bath was done. He smiled – the soaping and the shampooing could be done some other time. After ten minutes he was out of his room dressed in a pair of jeans and his favourite red t-shirt. He hated putting on the sweaters, jackets, caps, mufflers and gloves. But he knew his mother wouldn’t let him step out of the house without it. So, very reluctantly, those had gone onto form a part of his attire as well. Read more… →
Hama-Guri refused to try his spellings again. “No Mumma. I won’t do it again. I’m tired.”
“I know Hama. But…” His mother began saying but stopped mid way. This was not working. Hama-Guri was a bright boy. But he was just not getting his spellings correct. And his term end exams were just round the corner. She knew she had to do something about it. Thankfully tomorrow was a Saturday and they would have the entire day to get his studies back on track. For now, she decided to just let it be. “Oh alright baby. Let’s leave this for today. You go and play for a while and let me get dinner ready.” Read more… →