Dear All, A few weeks ago, I got a rather terse text from a fellow school mom asking if we could chat. An hour later I sat in my study feeling unmoored. Long story short, the school had an app on their school iPads that permitted outsiders to use the messaging in it to reach … Continue reading Letters To The World: Navigating Uncharted Waters
In the midst of stir-frying a melange of vegetables for my children's’ lunchbox, I reach out for my phone. I shake the pan on one hand and scroll through my FB feed on the other. I set the pan down and lean on the kitchen counter as I catch up on writing-related posts. Next up … Continue reading Becoming Our Mothers
My desk has stacks of paper. Yellow envelopes filled with sheets I need to fill, a checklist of largely unchecked items, bills that need follow up, a snowman with one arm and a caption that says I’d melt for you. Each day, I sit at my desk, focusing solely on the words on the screen. … Continue reading Inured
It was 1:30 PM, that time of the day when I prioritize napping over everything else when the phone rang. The caller id flashed a familiar number. I paused, considered letting it go to voicemail and then picked it up. We spoke about a great number of things but the bulk of our conversation was … Continue reading Parenting: A Guilt Trap?
She flicks a tear from her cheek, her nervous laugh a cover for unexpected emotion. Pattu reaches out, her fingers lacing themselves through mine. Ammu is on my lap, her neck nestled in the crook of my neck and shoulder. She nuzzles, her cheeks wet with tears. I am overwhelmed. By the tears. By the … Continue reading When I am Gone
The timer on the microwave went off signaling it was time for me to leave. I turned the stove off shouting a thousand instructions at the kids, the spouse and my mom as I left. I opted to take the longer, winding back roads to the kid's school. The radio was on and the ethics … Continue reading A Good Parent
They sit side by side, their blonde locks sticking up with the static in the air. They leave a trail of hats, winter jackets, gloves and scarfs from the door to the kitchen. I lay their school bags between them and me, a buffer that gives me time to really wake from my nap and … Continue reading Sisters, Forever.
I walk in after dropping my youngest daughter at daycare. I see evidence of the morning rush near the shoe rack. Shoes strewn all over. I am tempted to put them back in order but I move on. I open the door only to stumble on a half naked doll by the cedar chest housing … Continue reading Beating The Blues, Tomorrow.
I watch as Ammu steps out of the garage into the sun. I watch as she mulls walking through the puddle of rainwater in the middle of the driveway. I will her to turn, to acknowledge that I am there, standing, watching, hoping. She walks, eyes resolutely ahead. I swallow the lump at my throat … Continue reading Parenting – A No-Win Game?
Laddu is on her chair, the booster seat enabling to see the food in front of her. Saathi and I are across from each other, eating and sharing notes on the day. Her hands reach out for morsels, her eyes are bright and she is a full participant at dinner. I watch her haggle and … Continue reading Thoughts On Stay At Home Parenthood
“You have American friends! It is OK for Indians to be friends with Americans?” Pattu is at the kitchen island sipping warm milk with honey when she makes a statement that is posed as a question. Thrown for a loop, I wonder why she is pontificating on deep questions early in the morning. It takes … Continue reading The Friendship Dynamic
As I turned the lights out last Tuesday night, the last thing imprinted on my mind were the plastic bags with fruit, flowers, parupu thengai and silver vessels laid out on the kitchen island. A day of meticulous preparation and gathering of items needed for a puja the next day at the temple. In my … Continue reading Time honored traditions
I put away clothes and tidy up the bedroom picking up stray doll parts and mini bags stuffed with blocks. The TV blares from downstairs as the Colts play the Chiefs. Saathi's voice modulates as he explains the game to the girls. I smile as straighten the bed and fold the warm throws. As the … Continue reading Parenting conundrums
The clock showed a minute to 9:00 PM. The sole light in the vast expanse of our first floor came from the low hanging fixture above my head. I folded clothes. Mechanically and without thought. The evening had been rough. Potty regression? Check. Power struggles? Check. Yelling and screaming? Check. Haggling and cajoling? Check. Crying? … Continue reading Bubbles and bikes
Pre Kay and Cee, weekends looked like this: 8:30 - 9:00 - Wake up possibly 9:30 - 1:00 - Cook and eat if in the mood else go out 1:00 - 6:30 - Kill time (TV/Books/MBA) 6:30 - 10:00 - Browse, eat, call up friends 10:00 - 11:00 - Try to sleep Post Kay and … Continue reading Quantifying parenthood!
Stepping out my shower, I heard Amma's voice unusually calm asking "Are you done? Please come out. Cee is bleeding.". My heart jumped into my throat. Imagining the worst, I was out as soon as I could to see Amma holding a rather bloodied child. Her face was smeared with dried blood. Her hands stained … Continue reading Learning on the go
10:30 PM - Call it a day 11:30 PM - Sounds of Cee crying. Wonder if I should let her cry it out. 11:35 PM - Pick Cee up from her crib and bring her back to my room. 11:45 PM - Cee looks sleepy and ready to go back. Kay wakes up crying 11:47 … Continue reading Doing away with the rose tints