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 An educationist by profession, a hands-on mother by choice and a writer, from always. 



One question that everyone loves to ask the budding children, is - Beta badey ho kar kya banoge? (What you want to become when you grow up?) This question is answered by kids with huge sincerity and the answers are as varied as -" I want to be a giraffe!" to "I want to be a papa!" to "I want to be a doctor!" ๐Ÿ˜€Likewise, I have also popped this question to my children, number of times, but one response, by my 6-year old, was most amusing to me. She wanted to be a baker in the morning, an astronaut in the afternoon hours and she felt, she would still have some hours left, so she wanted to fly a plane (certainly, to be a pilot) before its time to sleep. We both had a hearty laugh at it. Of course, this is impossible in real-time but, I, surely , knew of a person who has the capability of accomplishing various roles every single day, throughout the lifetime๐Ÿ˜Š. And, by now, you all must have also guessed it absolutely right.

Her answer was the seed to my first blog "Day Night Tinkering Mom". A mother, certainly, is a day-night thinking-working entity, the wearer of multiple hats. She is a creator when she bears a child, she is the first teacher when she teaches the language, she is a chef when she cooks variety of meals, she is an author when she creates first stories for her children and she is an artist when she gets artsy-craftsy with home-works. And, this blog, will be sharing those simple learnings, candid creations and honest expressions, by a mother, which she encountered, created and experienced while raising her children. 

I dedicate this blog to all the women, who are mothers. Irrespective of whether you are a working mom or a stay-at-home mom, being a mommy is a 24*7*365 job (*366, in a leap year). So, be proud of yourself, for, after God, You are 'The Haven'. 



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