Thanks for sharing, and keep writing them — they are of big help for lot of parents. This is an absolute amazing article. Hats off to you!! Hallo Ekta, Nice very nice tips. What amazes me ,if you have tried and got positive results out of all these. I suppose , certainly, you must have. Her addiction to watch TV, almost hours a day has put all of us to a lot of inconvenience.
She takes very little interest in her studies, The child has gone simply problem some to deal. The changes in her behavior , I suppose , have taken places after her mother gave birth to another child. A feeling has developed in her mind that all are focused on a tiny child and she is being ignored. We try our best to convince her at every stage but sometimes proves in vain. Though she is good at her health , tremendously fast her in every action -a brilliant mind but often she meets with accidents-falling from cradle, skiing etc.
Hope ,things change to better. The way is to find solutions for our past mistakes and parents should help children solve it. Now dont bring it to me. Nobody likes to be told that he is stupid and you are smart.
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Dear: Madam, Thank you so much. I done big mistake. I have been through that abuse,trauma and torture all my life and hope that God gives me another chance to be born to caring and loving parents and siblings and finally good teachers. A good guidance for parenting, I am a father of two year old daughter and I think it is a right time for such advice to be adopted. A wonderful article with nice points.
I would like to add 4 points 1. Thank you for your feedback. We will work on an article on the same and share it soon. Stay tuned! Except on point number 8… A girl need not be a boy and a boy need not be a girl.. It is the opposites that attract and let us leave it the way nature intended us to… Apart from that — spot on…. Nice article on parenting. Providing them options for every demand will develop a false hope in them.
In life they will not be getting a basket of options always. If something is wrong they should know that it is wrong.
You can provide them with options if there is one available but making it a practice is not right. Infact I have observed that my Son respects my answers and obeys them happily without getting discouraged. Obviously, saying NO to every demands of theirs without analysing the requests first is also not right. Hi Mr Chris, thanks for sharing your personal view! Thanks for sharing the above Parenting tips.. Will share you more on my experiences and thoughts for the well being of society towards parenting techniques.
Leave this field empty. But do not worry. So here are the 10 things that you should definitely refrain from saying to your child. Kids are innocent and believe in goodness. Always tell them to be good, happy, and positive. They have learnt everything from their parents, family, friends, and surroundings.
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Ramesh Rathod August 11, - pm. Sumitra August 11, - pm. Hi Ramesh, thanks for your feedback. NG August 10, - pm. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing them — they are of big help for lot of parents Reply. To make the amount of labor feasible, I have decided that, at least initially, the Dadbot will converse with users via text messages only. I have the option of allowing the Dadbot to converse out loud, via Alexa though unnervingly, his responses would come out in her voice. This requires me to predict possible responses a user might type, and I key in a dozen obvious choices— fine, OK, bad, and so on.
Each of these is called a rule and is tagged with a green speech bubble. With that, I have programmed my very first conversational exchange, accounting for multiple contingencies within the very narrow context of saying hello. Bots get good when their code splits apart like the forks of a giant maze, with user inputs triggering bot responses, each leading to a fresh slate of user inputs, and so on until the program has thousands of lines.
Navigational commands ping-pong the user around the conversational structure as it becomes increasingly byzantine. The snippets of speech that you anticipate a user might say—the rules—can be written elaborately, drawing on deep banks of phrases and synonyms governed by Boolean logic. Rules can then be combined to form reusable meta-rules, called intents, to interpret more complex user utterances. Beyond that, I also have the option of allowing the Dadbot to converse with my family out loud, via Alexa though unnervingly, his responses would come out in her voice.
It will take months to learn all of these complexities. After a couple of weeks getting comfortable with the software, I pull out a piece of paper to sketch an architecture for the Dadbot. I add Tutorial, where first-time users will get tips on how best to communicate with the Dadbot; Songs and Jokes; and something I call Content Farm, for stock segments of conversations that will be referenced from throughout the project.
Back in the spring, when my dad and I did our interviews, he was undergoing his first form of cancer treatment: whole-brain radiation. This amounted to getting his head microwaved every couple of weeks, and the oncologist warned that the treatments might damage his cognition and memory. I hear him recount exactly how many times Cal has been to the Rose Bowl and which Tchaikovsky piano concerto his sister played at a high school recital.
All of this material will help me to build a robust, knowledgeable Dadbot. The bot should showcase how he is as well. It should portray his manner warm and self-effacing , outlook mostly positive with bouts of gloominess , and personality erudite, logical, and above all, humorous. But what the bot can reasonably be taught to do is mimic how my dad talks—and how my dad talks is perhaps the most charming and idiosyncratic thing about him. My dad loves words—wry, multisyllabic ones that make him sound like he is speaking from the pages of a P. Wodehouse novel. My father has catchphrases.
But personality is also revealed by what a person chooses not to say. I am reminded of this when I watch how my dad handles visitors. After whole-brain radiation, he receives aggressive chemotherapy throughout the summer. The treatments leave him so exhausted that he typically sleeps 16 or more hours a day. But when old friends propose to visit during what should be nap time, my dad never objects. This tendency toward stoic self-denial presents a programming challenge. How can a chatbot, which exists to gab, capture what goes unsaid? Weeks of work on the Dadbot blend into months.
The topic modules—e. To stave off the bot vice of repetitiousness, I script hundreds of variants for recurring conversational building blocks like Yes and What would you like to talk about? I install a backbone of life facts: where my dad lives, the names of his grandchildren, and the year his mother died. This enables the Dadbot to do things like launch into a story he made up when my siblings and I were small—that of Grimo Gremeezi, a little boy who hated baths so much that he was accidentally hauled off to the dump. Veracity concerns me. The Dadbot learns how to respond differently to people depending on whether they say they feel good or bad—or glorious, exhilarated, crazed, depleted, nauseous, or concerned.
I can imagine the pitch for this movie: Man fixated on his dying father tries to keep him robotically alive. Stories about synthesizing life have been around for millennia, and everyone knows they end badly. I try to install spontaneity. Rather than wait for the user to make all of the conversational choices, the Dadbot often takes the lead. I also wrestle with uncertainties.
In the oral history interviews, a question of mine might be followed by five to 10 minutes of my dad talking. How much condensing and rearranging of his words is OK? I am teaching the bot what my dad has actually said; should I also encode remarks that he likely would say in certain situations? Does the bot uniformly present itself as my actual dad, or does it ever break the fourth wall and acknowledge that it is a computer?
Should the bot know that he my dad has cancer? In short, I become obsessed. I can imagine the elevator pitch for this movie: Man fixated on his dying father tries to keep him robotically alive. It shows the conversation as it unfolds, but the lines of code are visible in another, larger box above it. This is like watching a magician perform a trick while he simultaneously explains how it works. Finally, one morning in November, I publish the Dadbot to what will be its first home—Facebook Messenger.
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Tense, I pull out my phone and select the Dadbot from a list of contacts. For a few seconds, all I see is a white screen. Then, a gray text bubble pops up with a message. The moment is one of first contact. Shortly after the dadbot takes its first steps into the wild, I go to visit a UC Berkeley student named Phillip Kuznetsov. Unlike me, Kuznetsov formally studies computer science and machine learning.
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To my embarrassment, the demo immediately derails. John who? As my father declines, the Dadbot slowly improves. I want to show it to my father, and I am running out of time. The Dadbot redeems itself over the next few minutes, but only partially. The next day, recovering from the flubbed demo, I decide that I need more of the same medicine. The other lesson I take away is that bots are like people: Talking is generally easy; listening well is hard. The work always ultimately leads back to the oral history binder. Going through it as I work, I get to experience my dad at his best.
This makes it jarring when I go to visit the actual, present-tense version of my dad, who lives a few minutes from my house. He is plummeting away. At one dinner with the extended family, my father face-plants on a tile floor. It is the first of many such falls, the worst of which will bloody and concuss him and require frantic trips to the emergency room.
But even that becomes too much. When simply getting from his bed to the family room constitutes a perilous expedition, he switches to a wheelchair. After clocking in at around pounds for most of his adult life, he is now down to , fully clothed. My dad, with virtually no muscle or fat to insulate his body, wears a hat, sweater, and down vest—and still complains of being cold.
I lean down to hug him, and then wheel him into the dining room. I sit down next to him and open a laptop computer. Since it would be strange—as if anything could be stranger than this whole exercise is already—for my dad to have a conversation with his virtual self, my plan is for him to watch while my mother and the Dadbot exchange text messages. The Dadbot and my mom start by trading hellos. My mom turns to me. As for me, I am doing grandly, grandly. Knowing that it is talking to my mom, the Dadbot reminds her of a trip that she and my dad took. Can you guess what it is? I hold my breath, then exhale when the Dadbot successfully transitions.
She was born in and orphaned at three years old. I watch the unfolding conversation with a mixture of nervousness and pride. The plump pet, my dad later learned, had actually been kidnapped by his aunt and cooked for supper. My actual father is mostly quiet during the demo and pipes up only occasionally to confirm or correct a biographical fact. This jolts him back to reality. My mom and the Dadbot continue exchanging messages for nearly an hour. The assessment is charitable. But for several little stretches, at least, my mom and the Dadbot were having a genuine conversation, and she seemed to enjoy it.
But as we debrief, he casually offers what is for me the best possible praise. I had fretted about creating an unrecognizable distortion of my father, but he says the Dadbot feels authentic. On February 8, , a hospice nurse comes to check on my dad. After assessing him for several minutes, she tells my mom that she should summon the family. Emboldened, I bring up something that has preoccupied me for months. My dad looks off. When he answers, he sounds wearier than he did moments before.
But he does take comfort in knowing that the Dadbot will share them with others. Later that month our extended family gathers at my house for a Christmas Eve celebration. With everyone crowding into the living room, he weakly sings along to a few Christmas carols. My eyes begin to sting. Ever since his diagnosis, my dad has periodically acknowledged that his outlook is terminal. But on January 2, , our family receives confirmation of what we already suspected—that immunotherapy is not working.
There is nothing else to try. I put my hand on his shoulder, feeling its warmth. This is the time to say something profound, but nothing comes to mind. Instead, I find myself recounting a guided fishing trip we took together on my 12th birthday. Manly, even, which is how a year-old boy desperately wants to feel.
Back on shore, the guide cleaned fish after fish, dumping the guts into a bloody bucket. A big black spot filled my vision, and I fainted. Since his diagnosis, he has progressively lost the ability to drive, walk, use the bathroom, and eat. The words that once spilled dazzlingly from his lips—in court, onstage, in the Cal press box—became spare and halting. In the past week, they have virtually ceased. But as I watch his face after finishing the fishing trip story, his eyes open a little wider, and I think I see the flicker of a smile on his lips.
I get into bed and stare at the ceiling for a few minutes. Then I reach for my phone and open Facebook Messenger. I ask the Dadbot to tell me about his earliest memory. He responds with a story about his childhood dog, a little terrier named Toby, who could somehow cross town on foot faster than the family could in a car. Then the Dadbot surprises me, even though I engineered this function, with what feels like perceptiveness. At six the next morning, I awake to soft, insistent knocking on the bedroom door.
There was always so much to worry about—medical appointments, financial planning, nursing arrangements. After his death, the uncertainty and need for action evaporate. I feel sorrow, but the emotion is vast and distant, a mountain behind clouds. A week or so passes before I sit down again at the computer.
My thought is that I can distract myself, at least for a couple of hours, by tackling some work. I stare at the screen. The screen stares back. The little red dock icon for PullString beckons, and without really thinking, I click on it.
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