That Imperfect Mom

What do you remember about your childhood? Playing around with your friends, your school, school friends, summer / winter vacations, meeting your cousins and last but definitely not the least your time spent with your Grandparents. We used to live in a Nuclear Family and my Dadu and Dadi lived in a different city but I remember my mom and dad making a point going to meet them and talk to them whenever they can. My Nanaji and Nani stayed in the same city and either we or they came to visit every week. The times may have changed but the love that grandparents share for their grandchild is and always will remain the same. Even today when I close my eyes and remember the good times spent with them I remember stealing toffees that were kept under Dadu’s pillow, My Dadi teaching me acu-pressure benefits of folding hands and doing Namaste, I was so mesmerized by the speed by which my nani could knit even while she was talking to us or with her eyes closed and ofcourse my hea...

This article was way to important for me, had been waiting to write it down way before I even started thinking about blogging, yet this one took me the longest time maybe I am way too close to this topic and was continuously in search of the right tone to write about it. I wanted to be so perfect that somehow I was loosing my inner voice and true emotions. So today, I decided to let go of all apprehensions and write my heart out… So this article may offend a few people, or may have grammatical errors, syntax can be wrong but I am sure you will get the semantics. I had emotionally rough pregnancy definitely not the cinematic version that I had imagined since my child hood it was way worse…somehow it passed and as Kabbir was born my worst nightmare began (which I can tell you all maybe in my next blog post). The Japa, the breastfeeding, the inconsolable new born crying his lungs out along with continuous pressure from the in laws to breastfeed the new born even when I was u...

This was not a big thing at first, but more I thought about it.... I was   Hurt ! courtesy: Google  We as moms try again and again to make lives of our kids perfect, we try to fulfill their wishes to the best of our abilities but as a   parent , sometimes it seems like our day is filled with an endless stream of backtalk from your  kids. My kid is just 4, being the youngest and the first born in a Big Fat Indian Joint Family he is a pampered one and I am the sole person who sees they do not go overboard with it. So basically, I am the bad Guy (mom’s usually are). I am very particular about asking him to carry out the tasks that I feel he is perfectly capable of doing , like: keeping his toys away after he is done playing, keeps his shoes at the proper place, fetches his own glass of water etc . But always felt somehow he was small to carry out tasks for others. Whenever someone asks him to fetch water me being the supermom I tend to be comes t...