My dad always said children are like blank slates. Their minds can absorb everything they observe or are taught like sponges. That is the mash up of tabula rasa and Maria Montessori's philosophy making its way through the muddied waters of my memory. (Look Up Reminder to Self: Is this compulsive, flowery alliteration tied to cortical deficits in any specific brain area?) But I saw a reassuring article which assuaged my acid reflux inducing guilt for neglecting the education of my children. I am a Desi mom. How did I abandon my purpose in life? "Mata Nirmaata Bhavati" How in the world did I let my spawn sputter around, get them hooked on Netflix? Good kids don't waste time playing. Good kids always read. They Spell, they Math, they Code, they Chess. They have elephantine memories in which are stored ancient chants and sa re ga ma pa winning song lyrics. Good kids break boards in karate, make round rotis ( if they are female), do the 108 dances of India and sp