I love friendships. I love the concept of it and the actuality of it. Friendships have broken my heart worse than a man ever has. I’ve had some for over 3 decades and some for less than a year. I’ve also proudly been a friend to people of about 40 different nationalities (maybe more). But… Read More Motherhood and friendships
He’s here! After the wait, the fears, the nervousness and the horrible first few months, he’s finally here and he’s perfect. We had a tough ride but he’s living up to his name, which means ‘warrior‘. He held strong even when my body was faltering and he came out roaring. And when jaundice hit him… Read More And here’s to you, my second born
If you know me, you know that the title ‘Mom’ isn’t something that I, or the people close to me, ever attributed to me. I was never the ‘maternal type’ (if that is a real thing anyway) and I never cooed and aaa-ed over babies. But then L happened and of course, you fall down… Read More Here’s to you, my firstborn
Just as I write this, I’ve turned down a job. The hours were something I just couldn’t manage with a toddler. I requested them to let me work half-day but it wasn’t something they were looking for, and I witnessed another opportunity go out the window. It wasn’t the first and I’m guessing it won’t be… Read More New identity: From career woman to mom
A bit less than 2 years ago, I walked into this parenting gig quite confidently. I had the tools in place (the crib, the bouncer, the swaddles – velcro, not loose) and the house in order (no sharp objects, soft carpets, clean vents, humidifier. Check check check). I was ready. I was also full of… Read More Parenting myths: painfully debunked
There are lots of supermoms out there. You know the ones who do it all. I really really admire them. In fact, last night I happened to catch bits of a movie called I don’t know how she does it. It was all about Sarah Jessica Parker playing this awesome working mom, who’s struggling to do… Read More The guilt of exhaustion
For most of my life, I’ve been considered a rebel. It wasn’t that I was doing anything very crazy, but I was mostly going against the fray. But in some cases, my OCD nature never allowed me to completely break the mould. I didn’t like it, but I respected authority. Blame it on a strict… Read More Colouring outside the lines
