Light Of My Life

"The day you were born,

you touched my soul.

You were the missing link,

that made my life whole.

Those beautiful blue eyes,

stare at me in awe.

Gazing at the woman

Who just became your mom."

The light of my life is always ‘love’. The time when I fell in love with a man who just swept me off my feet, an officer in the army who loved me for who I was rather than changing me into some person I didn’t know. I started to believe in myself more when I was with him and that gave me the confidence of pursuing my passion for writing.

When I started out as a young mom, I had no expectations at all as to how I would feel holding a little baby in my arms. I had the smoothest delivery, the baby slid out like a dream and I went home happy with a few stiches to say I am carrying war scars of the labor room. Vivaan was now the little guy who was going to rule my life. From late night readings, my nights ended with feedings and waking up to my child wanting my closeness than anything else. I suddenly found someone who needed me to love him unconditionally, as he loved me. And to this day as he turned three this May, I have memories of those tough nights and frequent change of clothes to having to entertain him, to be the best time of my life. 

I always would see my life in terms of being a mother and a writer and of course, a partner to my husband.

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Park Time with my toddler

My toddler is almost two years old and the kind of exposure he needs is more than just a television and flash cards at home. So we await the evening time, when all the other kids come to the park in our colony and enjoy a little park time. After taking a tour of the slides and the swings, my son usually takes to bouncing ball here and there. The boy who wants my attention for everything at home, is now on his own now. With the other kids as his playmate, he hardly glances at me at the park.

I realize how important is this time to bond with oneself too even though your child has become such an important part of your life. From children who push each other to the ones who cry for no reason at all, the park time gives them a valuable time to learn and interact with the other kids. My son is usually a menace at times, splashing mud on the older kids because he desperately needs to get their attention. Obviously the little ones aren’t a subject of interest to the boys at all. Girls, on the other hand are more on the kinder side. They have natural motherly instincts to nurture and care. So they run behind the little ones more, wanting their attention now.


I take to observing the other parents who are undergoing the same treatment as me. I see fathers who sit at the bench and let their children free, I see mothers who are on their smart phones and I see grandparents who just wouldn’t leave their grandkids side at all. Some parents just take to catching up with their lives by chatting up with strangers too. Its more of a time for themselves than for the kids sometimes.


When it comes time to go home, I see kids brawling their hearts out, not wanting to go home, some dragging their feet behind because life was going be again eating and sleeping now. Sometimes how I wished myself that life was all play and no work at all.

What NOT to say to MOTHERS (Part 1)

Its that phase of life when you need to just shut up and not make assumptions about the mothers who are raising their children.

Maybe you care. Maybe you just don’t have another topic to talk about.

SO here’s the list.

1.       Is he Hungry? Why not…(And you become an expert suddenly)

             If the baby is hungry, the mother would know automatically. One cannot leave the little one ravenous but suggesting to breastfeed? Seriously? Noone has the right to talk about boobs in public. Even if it’s a mother’s.

2.       Did he do potty? (And why make him wear a diaper?)

                      Diapers are a personal choice. You can put the cloth ones or the plastic ones but they are going to be there till the mother feels comfortable with the whole training system. There is a thing called diaper rash cream. Its being used. And obviously they are changed when supposed to. You would also have been bought in diapers if your mother had the choice. So being an independent thinker, I’ll make the decision.

3.       Why is he so thin? (And don’t you give him this and that?)

If it was possible, every mother would stuff her child and make him chubby. Who wouldn’t like a Johnson’s and Johnson’s baby ad look alike? But every baby is different and every body is different.  You giving a list of things is not going to change things. A mother already has an encyclopaedia of things that is good for the baby. She has tried and mostly failed to get it inside her little one. So you harping about it just makes her feel worse.

4.      

Why doesn’t he speak words? (And you become a teacher suddenly)

Believe me, when the child says its first word, the mother is always around to hear it. In fact she would pull it out of him. Mamma should be the first word yet she insists on him saying papa first.  But the expectation of a genius child who talks like a pro from you is just plain insulting.  The blah blah suffices as long as the child can communicate.

5.   

    She has already began to say this…(Oh, the other baby…whom I would never meet)

Comparing children is somehow the favourite pastime for several people. And this is not a competition of who is better. A child is unique. He will learn things in his time. So let him be and not make him a part already of our big bad world.