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Re-discover the ‘Me’ In the Parent

The Super Mom & Dad Challenge celebrates parents who go the extra mile—not just for their families, but for their communities and themselves! Whether it’s finding creative parenting hacks, making time for personal growth, keeping their neighborhoods clean, or whipping up delicious treats, this challenge recognizes the everyday heroes who make a difference. Your efforts inspire other parents to take action, lead by example, and create a positive impact. Join the challenge and show the world what makes you a Super Mom or Dad!

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    Re-discover the ‘Me’ In the Parent

    The Super Mom & Dad Challenge celebrates parents who go the extra mile—not just for their families, but for their communities and themselves! Whether it’s finding creative parenting hacks, making time for personal growth, keeping their neighborhoods clean, or whipping up delicious treats, this challenge recognizes the everyday heroes who make a difference. Your efforts inspire other parents to take action, lead by example, and create a positive impact. Join the challenge, choose a category below that best describes your story and show the world what makes you a Super Mom or Dad!

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    The Super Mom & Dad Challenge celebrates parents who go the extra mile—not just for their families, but for their communities and themselves! Whether it’s finding creative parenting hacks, making time for personal growth, keeping their neighborhoods clean, or whipping up delicious treats, this challenge recognizes the everyday heroes who make a difference. Your efforts inspire other parents to take action, lead by example, and create a positive impact. Join the challenge and show the world what makes you a Super Mom or Dad!

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    The Beautiful Game Returns

    OM VIKRAM THAPA

    Football was my everything through school and college – the smell of fresh grass, the perfect weight of the ball on my left foot, the pure joy of a goal that felt like poetry in motion. But after graduation, reality hit hard. The boots were hung up, replaced by office shoes and the mundane rhythm of adult life. For years, football became just a distant memory, relegated to weekend highlights and wistful glances at local pitches. Then came the pandemic, and with it, an unexpected second chance. While getting air in my apartment complex courtyard, I noticed kids kicking around a worn football with raw enthusiasm but little technique. Something stirred inside me. \"Mind if I join?\" I asked one afternoon, my heart racing like I was about to take a cup final penalty. The ball felt strange at first, but muscle memory is beautiful – within minutes, my left foot remembered its magic. Soon, our informal kickabouts became daily sessions where I found myself naturally teaching them proper technique, game awareness, and the discipline that comes with real football. Word spread, and when a parent mentioned that BBFS was looking for coaches, everything clicked into place. The interview felt more like a conversation, and soon I was offered the position of Assistant Coach for their under-7 and under-10 groups. Now, standing on the sideline with my whistle around my neck, watching eager young faces soak up every lesson, I\'ve realized the beautiful game never really left me – it was just preparing me for something even more meaningful: nurturing the next generation of dreamers who chase their hopes across the grass just like I once did.

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    Loving yourself before spreading it around

    Abhishikta Roy

    When I was growing up in my hometown, Durgapur, the most accessible dance forms were Kathak and Bharatanatyam. I was trained in Kathak. My mother, however, never stopped talking about Odissi—it was her favourite. She always said it’s one of the most graceful dance forms. She wanted me to take it up if I ever got the chance. Years later, when I moved to Bengaluru, I finally found my way to Odissi—and that too, in midlife! I took it up initially for my mum’s sake, and eventually, for myself. It hasn’t been easy—juggling work and dance, rushing from the office on Friday evenings to late-night classes, and waking up early on Sundays for practice. Picking up a new dance form in midlife is no joke, especially one as intricate as Odissi. ‘Chauka’ still isn’t easy on my thighs! I remember once telling my husband that I might have to give up. He quietly said, “It only takes two seconds to quit, but don’t choose that unless there’s truly no other way.” It’s been over six years now, and I’m still learning. Yes, I have a long way to go and a lot to improve. But the joy of doing something just for myself—that alone is reason enough to keep going. I rekindled my interest in learning a new dance form. I probably even inspired my daughter to join—not by pushing her, but simply by being. Seeing me, she decided to come along. Today, we perform in small stage shows and programs, and after every performance, I feel a sense of joy. It’s something beyond work and chores. A way to express myself, to lift my spirits during low moments, to connect with others.It is first you as an individual, before all the multiple roles you play on the stage of life - a mother, a wife, a daughter. Sometimes, we let the \'ME\' fade away under the weight of those roles. But the universe has been kind to me. I’ve always received support from my family to pursue my dreams. And more than anything, I’ve pushed myself too. So, first, you have to have the willingness to give yourself that time and love youself before you spread it around!

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    Reclaiming My Rhythm - One Step at a Time

    Vandana Kalra

    As a single parent, life has been a beautiful blur of responsibilities. I was “Mumma” first, always packing Lunchboxes, helping with homework, managing work calls, and telling bedtime stories. Every moment was wrapped in love, but somewhere along the way, I forgot me. One quiet Sunday morning, before my son woke up, I opened my old journal dusted with memories and wrote one question: \"What did I enjoy before life became a checklist?\" The answer surprised me: Painting. Walking. Learning. Simple joys I had long buried beneath duty. That very week, I took the tiniest step - a 20-minute solo walk. I watched a YouTube video on making silk thread jewelry, a hobby I always wanted to try. I listened to an audiobook on mindful parenting while folding laundry. Nothing fancy, but everything felt like mine. Over time, this became my sacred space - my “me-time” ritual. A little creativity, a little quiet, a little curiosity. I had honest conversations with my parents and my son, and together, we built space for my growth too. Now, my son doesn’t just see a mom who is strong and dependable, he sees a mom who is joyful and growing. That matters. Rediscovering myself hasn’t made me any less of a parent. It has made me a whole one. I smile more. Snap less. And live a little louder. To every Mom out there: You don’t have to lose yourself to love your family. Start small. Just one step. The rhythm will find you again.

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    Solo trip

    Dr Saraah

    Solo trip which helps in complete freedom to be yourself, no agenda, just be in the present and the mood. Sheer bliss

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    Founder, Class4U

    Shahina

    55 Years of Grace, Grit, and Gratitude At 20, I became a mother—young, uncertain, but filled with love and determination. By 30, I was raising three confident daughters, each a reflection of strength, spirit, and soul. I’ve mothered them through scraped knees, teenage storms and triumphs—often sensing their needs before they even spoke. I have been their anchor, their cheerleader, and their safe place. Alongside motherhood, I built dreams from the ground upwards. I’ve run a spa, navigated the world of real estate, nurtured young minds through a management academy, encouraged creativity through an art school, and sweetened lives at my baking academy. Each venture has been a piece of my passion puzzle. Then came breast cancer—a storm that tested everything I believed in. But I rose stronger, fiercer, and more focused. Post-recovery, I launched Class4U, a foreign language academy and coaching institute, because I still had dreams to chase and lives to impact. Fitness became my companion, cooking my therapy, beauty care my self-love, and travelling my soul’s recharge. Whether it’s a 6 km walk at dawn or cooking up our traditional biryani, I embrace every moment with purpose. Now at 55, I’m heading out on my first-ever girl trip with my bestie. It’s not just a vacation—it’s a celebration of life, friendship, resilience, and all the years I poured into others and finally, into myself. I’m stepping into this new chapter with arms wide open—ready for laughter, adventure, wellness, and waves of happiness. Here’s to being unstoppable. Here’s to 55💃🏽💃🏽

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    A beautiful Life, comes with a Strife.

    Seema Sheriff

    Good looks, great figure and a good inheritance was the key determinants of a good choice of a Bahu in the Indian Marriage market. If you have been selected by an NRI Dulhan you have hit a lottery.😂 Well my lottery turned into a disaster of narcissistic abuse, as I was meek, mild became a victim with low self esteem subjudication worthlessness and hopelessness. I The journey I embarked on was after my son was born. My goal...To protect him from the toxic environment with a better upbringing. Manipulated to return to India to live in a strange city, was the turning point. I finally walked out of the marriage. The larva transformed into a strong butterfly to spread its wings of freedom to survive in this beautiful world. The strife of a Single Mom was a challenge chosen in order to build a beautiful Life for my son and myself. We all have choices that determines our Life path and challenges are our strife for the impetus of a Beautiful Life. One Life to Live. Live it King size❤️

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    Built on Love, Fueled by Purpose

    Charlotte Rosline

    It’s been 9 beautiful, challenging, and unforgettable years of being a mother—a journey filled with sleepless nights, first steps, scraped knees, unexpected laughter, and lessons I never imagined I’d learn. Through every high and low, I stood like a pillar for my child, even when I felt like I was crumbling inside. But I was never truly alone. By my side stood my childhood friend, my constant, my husband—the one who held space for my tired silences and shared my quiet victories. His support wasn’t always loud, but it was steady, and in the moments I felt like I couldn’t take another step, he reminded me I didn’t have to walk alone. Somewhere in between the chaos, I also found little ways to care for me. Sketching became my quiet therapy, a way to express the emotions I couldn’t always put into words. Conversations with my elder daughter—my fur baby—were more comforting than most would understand. She was my silent cheerleader when things felt too loud. Baking became my love language. I tried out every recipe I could find—not just to fill jars, but to prepare myself for the day my child would start school. Each cookie, each muffin, was a promise to show up, day after day, with a lunchbox packed with more than just food—with love, warmth, and familiarity. And finally, my garden—my little escape. Watching something grow from a seed reminded me that growth takes time, patience, and a whole lot of care—just like raising a child. So yes, these 9 years have shaped me. And through all the storms and sunshine, I never forgot to water my own soul—grateful for the quiet strength of my husband, the love of my little ones (both two-legged and four), and the resilience I found in myself, while raising a blooming heart.

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    Loving oneself

    Roopali Rawat

    As a working mom, I struggled with guilt over not doing enough for my kids. But after 9 years, I realized I needed to prioritize my own well-being. I started small, going to the gym, then jogging, and eventually running marathons. My biggest challenge was summiting Mount Kilimanjaro on a 15-day solo trip without prior trekking experience It was daunting to leave my family, but I knew I needed this journey for self-discovery. By taking time for myself, I learned that my happiness doesn\'t compromise my family\'s well-being. In fact, it makes me a better mom.

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    Rediscovering Me

    Chaya H S

    I worked hard for many years, balancing both my family and professional life. From 4 a.m. to 11 p.m., I was busy every day, taking care of all my duties. There was hardly any time for myself or my hobbies. Then, retirement came. For some, it\'s a time of joy. For others, it brings uncertainty. Life that was once packed with tasks and responsibilities suddenly felt empty. I started wondering, \"What next?\" I decided to try something completely new—a different kind of work. I spent a few more years in this new profession, working 12 hours a day. Though it kept me occupied, I still felt something was missing. Deep inside, I knew I hadn’t followed my true passions. Once again, I asked myself, \"What next?\" This time, I chose to follow my interests—yoga, knitting, crocheting, and tatting. I joined a yoga class, which helped me regain my physical and mental strength. Slowly, I picked up my old hobbies of knitting and crocheting. Now, I enjoy creating handmade items for my family and friends. It keeps me active and helps me stay connected with the people I love. Even though I’ve always been a workaholic, I’ve found joy in this new rhythm of life—one that finally gives space to my passions.

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    Discovered my strength unexpectedly

    Reshma parvez

    My two grown up children were diagnosed with health issues one after the other which needed constant care. With my demanding job, it gets frustrating on some days. But then I have managed to balance and this led me discover my inner strength which I never realised that I had.

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