Every parents wish to give their kids not only all the pleasure of life but also the best memories. I am no different. Every now and then I think what all I can treasure for my kids. Gifts are not necessarily always monetary. So here are few low cost and best keepsake ideas for your kids which they will cherish throughout their lives:
Their tiny hand and footprints – You can get many ideas over the internet how to create this. You can either get this done through a professional or by yourself. Being a DIY Mom, I did it on my own using fabric color and water. I used primer to fasten the color and framed it. You can use clay, plaster of paris etc to make one. As in India, Navratris are considered holy days and girls are worshipped so I took my daughters footprints on their first Navratri.
Newspaper of their birth day – Retain the newspaper of the lucky day when your little bundle of joy came into the world. He / She will get to know what all things / incidents took place on their arrival.
Monthly Photo Albums – My parents maintained a lovely album of my childhood with my pics in it in a chronological order. How beautifully I was growing old month by month, can be seen through it. You can mention the date, place of the pic along with your kids activities, likes, dislikes in that month. I cherish seeing it everytime I visit my parents as it’s still with them, I am sure your kid will treasure it too.
Scrapbook – You can gift your kids a scrapbook with his / her pics from bump to birthday, school, college, friends, achievements. Pics of their favorite toy, dress, food etc.
Teacher’s diary – You can maintain a diary in which take the feedback and remarks from all your child’s teachers starting babysitter, if any, preschool, kindergarten, school till college. Try to get the remarks from all the mentors with their picture and tenure with your child.
Mummy’s Tummy Moments – You can make a little album of your ultrasound pics, starting from your positive pregnancy report along with pictures of all the ultrasounds you had during your pregnancy. In a nutshell explain the journey of your 9 months. The moments when you started feeling nausea, felt the first kick, your sudden food aversions and fondness everything.
Customised blanket – You can use their favorite old tiny frocks / dresses to make a blanket for them with their name on the top or center and patches all around. A cozy keepsake forever.
1st birthday collage – Prepare a collage of the first year starting from their first ever picture in the hospital and further and stick them in a shape of alphabet 1. On their birthday you can ask guests to leave their blessings and messages for them on the same.
Hope you liked the above ideas and will be able to make at least one of these for your children. If you have any more ideas or suggestions, please share in the comments section, I will be very happy to know.
We are living in a world of fakeness where encountering realism is no less than a blessing. People are imitating each other, from dressing to eating habits, socializing to lifestyle and living a completely wannabe life instead of who they really are. Life is no longer about emotions, content, empathy, it’s about being a people pleaser, flaunting your made-up version and be in the good books of everyone.
Friendships are for purpose, more the benefits, stronger the friendship. It’s the source for people to take maximum advantage of the other and leave them once the motive is accomplished. But sadly such friendships don’t last longer as the foundation itself is shaky. It only leaves behind grumpy souls with grudges in their hearts and awkward silences.
Insecurities are increasing – My best friend got a new friend, I should be alert. Oh! they went on a holiday, why should I stay back. She has got a new hair color, all are praising her, I am no less than her, let me redo mine too, neighbor bought a new car, I should buy a bigger one…and the list goes on & on…
In the midst of all this, there are people who are still true to themselves and maintained their originality, hence they are treated as ‘NOT SUITABLE’. People around them try to shape them like they are but when they don’t succeed, their true colors are seen. They don’t have guts to thrash them openly on their faces but as soon as they turn their back, the real crib game starts. The interesting part is this cribbing is not only for those real folks but also for their ‘so called friends’.
People themselves don’t know what they are chasing, what they are running after. They are just a part of herd race with no direction. Things are done to show off the world, what fancy lifestyle they are leading, which brands they are wearing, which exotic locations they are traveling and thanks to the social media for being the best channel.
Life is short, there is no time for fake socializing. Think if you really need to have unnecessary drama and politics in your life. Do you really want to be with people who don’t make you feel loved and wanted. And it’s not that we don’t know, all of us have get those ‘VIBES’, if not at first meet then in 2-3 meetings itself, we get to know who we can actually get along well and who we can’t.
So why not invest your precious time with people who celebrate your presence and cut the negativity from your life. Be yourself, spend time with your loved ones, be at peace. Work on improving your shortcomings rather than finding faults at others. Cherish the little joys with people who you really love and who love you back. Keep the ego, grudges away and embrace the positivity and goodness around you.
Shikha always wanted to be a model, rather top model. But parents’ pressure made her join one of the best institutes of the country. She had been a meritorious student since childhood and now managed to attain a decent score in JEE Main and got selected in one of the most prestigious college. She dreamt of becoming an engineer like her dad and focused on it from last many years but lately developed an interest in fashion industry and walking on the ramp. She was tall, slim, had a perfectly shaped body, long curly hair. Overall, a captivating beauty, well suited to be a model…ah top model. But destiny took her to this college.
It was the first day in the college. With no interest, she took a seat near the window at the back of the class next to which Vimmy was sitting. It was their first encounter. Infact, Vimmy was the first person whom Shikha met in the college. They exchanged their coordinates before the lecture started. Days passed and they became good friends. They were always together in the class, lunch, breaks, library and recess. Shikha used to reserve seat for Vimmy next to her as she was mostly a late comer. Vimmy was a single child of her parents and a happy go lucky type girl with whom everyone wanted to be but Vimmy and Shikha were always busy in their own world.
They were doing well in their assignments and semester exams. Faculty members had a good image of both of them. It was college’s annual function and they participated in many activities, together and solo. It was then, Vimmy discovered Shikha’s dream of becoming a model when she saw her performing in the fashion show with so much of confidence and perfect attitude. Shikha also confessed it to her on insisting and narrated how she ended up doing this course.
Two years passed by and their friendship grew stronger. But there was something which was bothering Shikha. Vimmy was behaving weird from the last few days, she was happy but quiet which was not usual. On asking, she just used to shyly smile and change the topic. Shikha was irritated by now and wanted to find out what the real matter was. One day they were doing assignments together in the hostel room of Vimmy when Shikha found a diary which read “My journey”. Shikha quietly kept it in her bag and soon after left for her house. She was excited to read the diary in her bag assuming she might get to know about what Vimmy was up to.
As soon as she finished dinner, she went into her room and started reading Vimmy’s diary. She was amazed to read the story of her life in a poetic manner which she had narrated flawlessly. Starting from her childhood memories, birthday parties, family vacations, summer holidays, teenage years, her bond with her parents, her desire to have a sibling sister and lastly to publish her book one day. In the second part of the diary, she had framed about her friendship with Shikha and also that she found a sister in her. Shikha was touched and a tear rolled over her cheeks with happiness. She was more engrossed in reading the diary now and then she discovered the reason of Vimmy’s changed attitude these days. She had secretly developed a liking for one of her professor in the college. And this was from the second year itself which turned into a passionate love now. Shikha could not believe her eyes and again read those feelings which Vimmy had drafted very beautifully. Her love, passion, craziness was quite visible through her words. She could not wait to meet her the next day.
The next morning when Shikha asked Vimmy to bunk that professor’s class, Vimmy was puzzled as Shikha never bunked any class. It was always Vimmy who used to make such plans, not for that professor ofcourse, but others. Vimmy was reluctant bunking the class and made endless excuses to attend. Shikha kept teasing her with something or the other and then handed over her diary back to Vimmy. Now the entire story was clear to Vimmy. She was angry with Shikha why she read her personal stuff but at the same time blushing over as her secret was out. Since then they not only used to attend Prof. Singh’s lectures but also the extra classes which he used to take for the students having any doubts. He was a young professor, an alumnus of that college itself, just two years senior to them. He had a nice built and a very attractive personality, any girl would fall for.
It was the last year of the course and Vimmy still didn’t share her feelings to him as she wanted things to be like that only. But Shikha had some other plans. They were busy in their internships in the different companies and were able to catch up only on weekends. The exams were nearing so they decided to meet only once in a month.
Exams were over and they did well this time too. It was the last day in the college and their farewell party. Both of them met at the college and sat on the same seats where they met for the very first time. With heavy hearts they bid goodbye to each other as they were posted in different cities on their respective jobs. They promised to be in touch forever and meet as and when possible. Shikha was placed in Bangalore and Vimmy in Mumbai.
Few months later, Shikha got a letter in her office from a Mumbai based fashion agency with the subject “Call for auditions for our upcoming fashion show”. The letter read:
We are pleased to shortlist you for the auditions of model for our upcoming fashion show in Dubai. We had received your portfolio few days back and found it suitable for the show. If interested, please drop by”.
Shikha could not understand what was all that. Which portfolio, which fashion show, which pictures. A flood of questions filled her mind. Then the phone rang and it was Vimmy. Before Shikha could tell her anything, she asked her not to think much and pack her bags for Mumbai where she was waiting for her. In no time, Shikha understood everything. It was all Vimmy’s plan and that’s why she always used to take hundreds of pictures of her during their college fest, fashion show, freshers and farewell party or over their random meets. Shikha applied for leave in her office and left for Mumbai. She was more excited to meet Vimmy than going for the auditions. Finally they met. That warm hug had all the pleasures of life. They were happy. Shikha was selected in the audition as a model and had to fly to Dubai in the next three months. She returned to Bangalore after a relaxing week long stay.
It was her fashion show and Vimmy was there with her along with both their parents. Yes, they were more of a family now. Their parents knew they were inseparable. The fashion show was about to start when Vimmy’s heart stopped, she was standing frozen when she saw Prof. Singh standing just infront of her. Before she could speak up, the hall was dark, music was on and the show started. They sat silently. Vimmy was still blank. She had no clue what he was doing there.
The show progressed and there she came, dressed in a royal blue attire and walking with perfection. Both the families clapped with happiness. Before the show was about to end, there was an announcement of a book release from the organizers. Everyone was surprised as it was not planned. Finally, the organizers took over the stage and after thanking the designers, models and sponsors, they launched the book that named “Her Journey, my tribute” by Ms. Vimmy Chopra. They invited Shikha and Vimmy on the stage when Shikha introduced her to the audience. Vimmy was speechless, got a lump in her throat while thanking Shikha for her priceless gesture. She could not speak much and just hugged her on the stage itself.
Audience clapped and dispersed for the dinner while Shikha narrated the story to Vimmy how she sent her notes to her father whose friend is a publisher. He liked the writing and decided to publish the book. Shikha sent the manuscript to the professor also and he too confessed her secret affection for Vimmy.
Vimmy hugged Shikha again and said “I got a sister from different mother”.
Being myself a mother of two daughters, now I can totally relate and understand how you felt when we (me and my brother) were your little kids. I thought you were over possessive, over caring but I was so wrong. That was just love, selfless, unadulterated love like no one else’s in the world. I understand all your words and actions now what you told me then. I still remember:
When you used to ask us to keep our stuff on place which was lying all over so that the house looks like a endurable, cozy place and not a store room. You just wanted us to be organised human beings, we mistook you as bossy.
When you used to ask us what to cook in breakfast, lunch and dinner and we used to always flee and leave it on you to decide and later crib on the dining table. You wanted to cook of our choice. We mistook you as nagger.
When you used to ask for help in salad dressing or filling the empty bottles in kitchen and we used to run away but always needed a fridge full of cold bottles. You wanted us to become independent since the beginning. We mistook you as oppressive.
When you used to wake up late nights during our exams so that we could study well. Despite a long and tiring day, you wanted to accompany us so that we don’t fall asleep alone and do well in the exam next day. You wanted our bright future, we mistook you as a spy.
When you used to worry for me whenever I was late from school or tuitions. You wanted me to be safe and sound, I mistook you as over caring.
When you always said no to me for night outs with my friends or even late night parties. You wanted me to be with you at night to avoid any mishaps. I mistook you as over possessive.
When you were curious to know more about my friends and the company I kept. You wanted to save me from bad company, I mistook with interference.
When you took time in approving my life partner for my marriage, you were concerned and wanted me to choose wisely, I mistook you as old fashioned.
Now when I am in the same stage of life and experiencing the same instances, I understand what motherhood is all about. Its divine, its pure, its altruistic, it’s just full of love. Sorry for all the pains I gave you Maa, for all the times I hurt you, for not listening to you, not obeying you, not helping you…the list will never cease. But despite of all this, everytime I turned back, I saw you standing smiling with your arms widely opened. Thanks for bearing with me, thanks for everything. Love you always and always my wonder woman.
This post is an entry for mother’s day contest by kreativemommy.