Hey there, my people! So, I’m a mom to a cute and somewhat shy 4-year-old boy who recently had an open house at his school, which, as we all know, can trigger a mother’s worry radar. He’s currently attending “Bachpan school,” and I was discussing his progress with his teacher. The teacher had some really positive feedback, highlighting his strengths and offering support in areas where he needed a little catch-up. She was extremely encouraging. This chat with the teacher took me on a trip down memory lane, back to my own school days.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I vividly remembered a particular incident from my fifth-grade year. It was an English exam, and we were tasked with writing an essay on one of four given topics. Now, English was my absolute favourite subject, and I was excited to dive into it. I ended up writing an essay that incorporated all four topics \u2013 I was feeling pretty smug about my intellectual prowess. I even had a cocky moment when I passed a senior in the hallway, thinking, “I’m way ahead of your IQ, darling.” Throughout the day, I daydreamed about my teacher’s reaction and imagined her asking me to read my essay in front of the class. I was on cloud nine, it felt like I was about to receive an Oscar, and soon the world will be in awe of my brilliant brilliant mind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But you guys must have guessed by now: disaster struck, and I received a big, fat 0 for my essay. Why, you ask? Well, my teacher said I was supposed to write about just one topic, not all four. My 12-year-old self couldn’t fathom what I had done wrong. My confidence was shattered, and I became afraid to get creative in my writing after this incident. I focused solely on getting good grades, like most of us did back in those days. It took more than 15 years for me to realize that I could actually write well. Even though my essay may have been a mess, it had potential. If my teacher had encouraged and guided me instead of just marking me down, this blog might have been around for a decade by now.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
As a child, it’s not just the physical scars that leave a mark; emotional scars run much deeper. It’s vital to nurture young minds and be supportive. I’m thrilled to see that the system is changing, and I’m grateful that my son has a wonderful relationship with his teacher. I’m also glad that the 12-year-old inside me is finally content. And let’s not forget us parents \u2013 we sometimes need to remind ourselves to give our children the time and space to shine on their own. In this rat race, even the sanest parents can go a bit crazy.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love & Ice-creams<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Sneha Singhvi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Hey there, my people! So, I’m a mom to a cute and somewhat shy 4-year-old boy who recently had an open house at his school, which, as we all know, can trigger a mother’s worry radar. He’s currently attending “Bachpan school,” and I was discussing his progress with his teacher. The teacher had some really positive feedback, highlighting his strengths and offering support in areas where he needed a little catch-up. She was extremely encouraging. This chat with the teacher took me on a trip down memory lane, back to my own school days. I vividly remembered a particular incident from my fifth-grade year. It was an English exam, and we were tasked with writing an essay on one of four given topics. Now, English was my absolute favourite subject, and I was excited to dive into it. I ended up writing an essay that incorporated all four topics \u2013 I was feeling pretty smug about my intellectual prowess. I even had a cocky moment when I passed a senior in the hallway, thinking, “I’m way ahead of your IQ, darling.” Throughout the day, I daydreamed about my teacher’s reaction and imagined her asking me to read my essay in front of the class. I was on cloud nine, it felt like I was about to receive an Oscar, and soon the world will be in awe of my brilliant brilliant mind. But you guys must have guessed by now: disaster struck, and I received a big, fat 0 for my essay. Why, you ask? Well, my teacher said I was supposed to write about just one topic, not all four. My 12-year-old self couldn’t fathom what I had done wrong. My confidence was shattered, and I became afraid to get creative in my writing after this incident. I focused solely on getting good grades, like most of us did back in those days. It took more than 15 years for me to realize that I could actually write well. Even though my essay may have been a mess, it had potential. If my teacher had encouraged and guided me instead of just marking me down, this blog might have been around for a decade by now. As a child, it’s not just the physical scars that leave a mark; emotional scars run much deeper. It’s vital to nurture young minds and be supportive. I’m thrilled to see that the system is changing, and I’m grateful that my son has a wonderful relationship with his teacher. I’m also glad that the 12-year-old inside me is finally content. And let’s not forget us parents \u2013 we sometimes need to remind ourselves to give our children the time and space to shine on their own. In this rat race, even the sanest parents can go a bit crazy.” Love & Ice-creams Sneha Singhvi.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[7,8,6,5],"class_list":["post-69","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-blog","tag-childhood","tag-dreams","tag-earlylearning","tag-school"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=69"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":71,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/69\/revisions\/71"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=69"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=69"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/snehasinghvi.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=69"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}