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Motherhood: Reality Check

25 Apr

Although, Mother’s Day is still a few weeks away, and I had intended to write this post for Mother’s Day. But I just could not wait until then. DISCLAIMER: This post is ‘inspired’ by a post from my old blog(now deactivated).

Some time back, I was watching the movie ‘Marley and Me’ and in the movie, Jennifer Aniston who is a mom of three, says, “I cannot believe the amount of sacrifice I have made to become this person that I am not”.
Motherhood actually does funny things to you. If you think, you’ll realize that you have been fighting tooth and nail to become someone that you are not. I like to think that this transformation is for the greater good. But you got ta admit that motherhood isnt always the textbook kind, it isnt always picture perfect, there are the usual rough-around-the-edges moments.
When my first one was born, the first question I had asked my husband in the labor room was, “Does she have any hair?” Who asks that? By the time I had my second one, I thankfully didnt care about the hair anymore. Also I have refused to watch the 20-week ultrasound tape that I specially had the OB/GYN’s office make. I really could not bring myself to see the most non-human looking thing. I did feel terrible that I had almost compared my unborn child to an alien. ALMOST! 
And of course there were those nasty spells where everything was the baby’s fault(not to mention the husband) for e.g.
  • make me wear those disgusting maternity clothes
  • making me feel guilty for glancing and then dreaming about sipping a glass of my favorite wine
  • making me look fat and chubby(honestly, who cares about the motherhood glow nonsense!)
  • making me wear cheap flip flops instead of my heels
  • giving me nightmares about breaking my water and going into labor in the middle of a meeting at work
  • making me ridiculously clumsy and keep dropping things and then having to bend over and pick them up
Yeah, I have fulfilled my share of ranting and cursing. Does that make me a terrible mom? I hope not. In fact, I think I exceeded my own expectations. I am amazed that my girls manage to bring out the best in me. I might even start liking this new and transformed ME. But no surprises that they also manage to bring out the worst in me at times. That is especially when mom’s words ring a bell, “You’ll know when you become a mom”. 
All of you fellow moms out there, give yourselves a pat on the back for accepting this new found self-evolution.


The Art of Ponytailing

16 Apr

Who would have thought that tying a ponytail would be such a big deal. Sure enough it is when being performed on a hyper-active 4 year old who doesnt know how to stand still. Add to it, the crazy morning hour when each person is trying to get out of the house and patience levels are running low.
I am filled with awe at how my mom did it when I was the said toddler in question. I am guessing that she had perfected the art and her best time was 2.5 min from start to finish. Practice does make perfect.
My tolerance level is abysmally low and I am on the verge of making an appointment with the kiddie hair dresser to have it all chopped off. That is exactly why I need to be reminded of the high cuteness quotient resulting from my labor every morning. This picture(taken on an exceptionally good day) does just that. So far so good.

“Milk”y Ways

9 Aug

Finishing that one cup of milk each morning becomes an hour long ordeal on some days. Jiya manages to come up with all kinds of expressions and explanations as excuses.

Mamma, I am sleepy
I want strawberry
I want to sit on the sofa
I want to go potty
Mamma, I love you

Initially, this would frustrate me no end but hey, I am learning too. I have now mastered the art of not giving in to any kind of look that may come my way! Beti Numbari Toh Maa Das Numbari!!!

Along the way, I’ve also realized that until the d@#$ milk is done, there is a subtle hint of guilt in all those expressions and it vanishes the moment the last drop has been consumed. Like a heavy weight has been lifted off her chest and she is free. This according to her is a medal worthy moment and I totally agree. The finish line has been crossed and the marathon is over. And not just that, it is time to broadcast this mean achievement to all present. Even make a few phone calls while you are at it.

One such call with nani(my mom, Jiya calls her aai) went like this
aai: How are you jiya?
jiya: I am fine, aai
Aai: did you finish your milk?
jiya: (no answer and a guilty silence) (This was one occasion when it wasnt finished yet)
aai: I’ll call you back, once you’ve finished it