Tag: Mother’s Day
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Sweet Sixteen Darlings
“Can I pretty please get a picture of the two of you?” I run behind Ammu as she dodges me and disappears into the neighboring room. I look at my phone camera app and see the other twin bending over to tie her shoelaces. I click and she looks up. I click again. “Mom!” the…
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The Best Day – Taylor’s Version
In November 2022, I registered for the Taylor Swift Eras Tour tickets presale. I did it on a whim, a wish sent out into the universe. On the 15th, when I managed to actually score tickets, my niece and I had a cry-fest over messages. With her at school and me at work, we supported…
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Mother’s Day – A Long Line Of Ladies
“Can I give you the gift now?” Laddu is making circles around me in the study as I pause the Cdrama I am watching with a reluctant sigh. “You can give it to me on Sunday” I say and hit unpause on the video player. She rolls her eyes before walking out in a huff.…
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Mother’s Day: Roe v Wade Edition
It is Friday afternoon and my social media feed is already showing Mother’s Day ads and wishes. I am irked, annoyed and sometimes, downright angry. My mother lives with me. I raise three daughters. This Mother’s day feels like it should be a day for all those who are tangentially connected to the act of…
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Mother’s Day 2021
I am at my table, my laptop open to a multitude of browsers as I google health conditions, after effects, treatment plans. On the side lies a pile of paper caps with hand drawn dinosaurs on them. It is adorable. It is annoying. I love the art my children create. Yet, it becomes overwhelming sometimes.…
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Mother’s Day: Disenfranchised Grief
All of this week, I have been going through the motions at home, at work, and everywhere else that requires my participation. My heart hurts. My head hurts. I feel like an imposter feeling a sense of sadness and bereavement about people I do not know too well. These are deaths in the extended circle…
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Mother’s Day And Motherhood
“I’ll get it Amma…” The snippet was part of some inane conversation in the morning as we bustled around getting ready for school and work. I would have missed it had it not been for the funny flips my heart did when I heard Amma instead of mommy. Motherhood, for me, is the destination of…
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Mother’s Day: The Missing And The Worrying
The late evening sun slants through my open window. It is not yet the kind of Spring I long for. The temperatures hover in the 50s, not cold, not warm. Sometimes a wind blows, the wet kind that harks back to the ill wind that the books I grew up on talked about. The apple…
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Mother’s Day: Gratitude
Pattu enters through the garage, her backpack sliding off her shoulder and her right hand clutching a patterned paper bag. I reach out for it and she holds back, her smile leaking through her eyes. She hands me her backpack instead and heads right for her room. Ammu walks in next and brushes past me…
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Essay: Motherhood, Cleaved
An essay I wrote earlier this year reflecting on how my mothering my children feels cleaved is now online on the Adoptive Families Magazine website. If you are not a subscriber, you can read the piece here: Adoptive Motherhood_Cleaved.
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Mommy, Mommy: The Soundtrack To My Life
My hands circles her tiny body, my face pressed against her back as she sits and turns the pages of the Llama Llama book I got from the library. Her voice falls up and down, the cadence of it lulling me into a sense of bliss. I am almost asleep when she abruptly flings my…
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What I Want For Mother’s Day
I am at the sink rinsing out the small steel cups that are smeared with guacamole. “It could have used a little more salt and lime juice,” says Saathi taking his time with his share. “Amma makes the best home made guac…” trails off Ammu. I am smiling. In the weeks Saathi was away, the…
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Mother’s Day – Gifts and Guilt
“World’s best mom!” declares the decorated frame on door leading from the garage. Childish scribbles proclaim love. I smile each time I pass the door, occasionally lingering to touch the hearts made from red marker. Exhaustion and an irritation that has been building through the day escapes through a fissure caused when I open the…
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The not so fine moments of mothering
Mothering is not just rainbows and unicorns. It is the not so fine moments that do not get vocalized.
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Reflections on Mother’s Day
“Describe Amma” I coax Pattu in an effort to catch her off guard. “Amma loves me” she answers even as she furrows her brow working on her mother’s day card. “What do you like best about Amma?” I persist She thinks for a moment before answering and without lifting her head says “Hula-hooping” I smile and…
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One year of (s)mothering
Dear Ammu and Pattu, This Sunday is Mother’s Day. It will mark one more year of (s)mothering you with love and food. One year of worrying about potty training you and feeling elated when you graduated to underpants. One year of you sleeping all by yourself in your own bed. One year of eating by…
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Moving from the outside to the inside
“Happy First Mother’s day!” said a couple of messages on Face.book. A link to a customized video in my inbox and two round cherubic bald faces wished me first thing this morning. I have had so many thoughts run through my head in the run up to today. While I struggled to express what I felt…