The cacophony, the sounds, The airwaves, the noise, The frequencies, The inner voices, the outer voices, The imbalance, The drowned cries, the muffled sighs, The forced laughs and the tuneless songs, The loud whispers, the soft screams, The buzzing, the humming, The perpetual background ringing, The deafening beep-beep of your smartphones …. can all wait….
The sorcery.
You’re sassy and fussy, And have a mind of your own. You shower me with love and affection, But only when you want my phone. You insist on long baths and longer walks, You have no concept of time. Your meltdowns are frequent and epic, It’s almost a crime. When it’s time for your veggies…
Ouch, that hurt.
I groggily woke up to the dim, humming of a gazillion machines placed around my head. I screwed up my eyes against the harsh light of the hospital room. This wasn’t a pleasant feeling. It took me a few minutes to work out what the hell was going on. Then the floodgates opened and it…
Long Weekend Lazings
Exactly the kind of buffet I love waking up to every morning! Pretty sure my Mom-tribe can relate, hey? When you’re a Mommy, the long weekend doesn’t mean sleeping in till 11:00 am, it doesn’t mean switching off from all chores & errands and it doesn’t mean we get to bum around all day scrolling…
Air-borne with offspring
Sigh! The time has come (again). I will climb into a flight soon, toting my Louis Vuitton on one arm and my only child on the other. Having undertaken this herculean task a few times already, i feel sufficiently equipped to dole out some well meaning advise to my Mom-tribe out there. Feel free to roll…
Curriculum Vitae of a Mother
Name: “Mammmaaaaaaa!” (Can be heard on repeat, roughly 45 times per hour. But whose counting?) Age: Two years since delivery. Feels like thirty years post-partum. Profile Summary: Life giver. Nourisher. Breast feeder. Poopoo Inspector. Toilet trainer. Punching bag. Juice dispenser. Boo-boo healer. Secret keeper. Soul sister. Best friend. Life-line. Strengths: 1. Ninja-warrior – Can pick up…
This or That. No in-between.
Expectation – Idly walking in and out of the shops in the mall and casually indulging in some therapeutic window shopping while your toddler naps in her stroller, thereby allowing you to leisurely enjoy your overpriced, decadent toffee nut latte. People peep into the stroller and coo cute nothings to your sweet little sleeping baby. You…
IKEA – the good, bad and ugly
It was supposed to be a perfectly innocent shopping trip. I mean, surely bumping shoulders with 200 eager-beaver shoppers on a weekend is not anybody’s idea of fun. It was a simple plan – we would browse the aisles, check out some furniture, pick up anything that excited us terribly and get the hell out. It…
Fleeting seconds …
Every sigh and every cuddle Every smile and every giggle Has been carefully bubble-wrapped inside of a delicate prayer And arranged layer upon layer They’ve all been shipped to the farthest depths of my core and soul So that someday sometime when i am wrinkly and old I can dig into my heavenly reservoir of…
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