The years are short. Enjoy them while they are still little. They are only little once. It gets easier. Sentiments expressed in the sentences above are simmered into the brains of new parents, particularly the primary caregiving parent since the time people find out about the pregnancy. It becomes an anthem… Read More The kids are growing up too fast…ahem…can someone make them grow faster?
(Originally written on February 22, 2017. Some of the specifics have changed in the 3 months that have passed since then but I have kept the same content so I know what it was back then even though I am publishing the post now.) Guilt is a parenting right of passage. No matter what… Read More 10 Reasons Why Having Two Kids Makes Me Feel Guilty
Mother’s Day was never a big deal. It was like any other day. The date came and it went. Without so much as a whisper of celebration. Why? Simply because we didn’t know that such a date existed when we were growing up.
I know. I am committing parenting harakiri by speaking the unspoken, writing the unwritten, and by even thinking the unthinkable. Honestly, though, there are times when I have been envious of those with only 1 kid and particularly of those where that one kid is a reasonably older, say 7-8-years old kid. Allow me to explain… Read More Why I Am Sometimes Envious of Parents with One Kid
It has been a tough few days. I often find myself just staring into a vacuum only to be sometimes lovingly, and at other times jarringly awoken to the reality and everydayness before me. At some point a thoughtful, “Are we stopping for something, Mommy?” like when I pulled into our parking garage and just stood parked… Read More Ma
Read Part 1 of my tribute to my grandmother here. I start to write this narrative after we put away the clothes. From the corner of my eye, I see her walk around the kitchen and the bedroom attending to minor chores. Soon, I see her with a broom walking into the living room where I… Read More Tribute – Part II
I sit here trying to read SuperFreakanomics and how the U.S. addressed polio, only half concentrating when she asks if I’d like to listen to the radio. The electricity has been turned off by the City, I am fighting mosquitoes and tell her politely that I’ve got music on my cell phone. She pretends not… Read More A Tribute – Part I
No, it had nothing (or only a little) to do with the outcome of the elections in the US. The tears were neither of joy nor sorrow. Per se. The tears were of anger, frustration, helplessness, fear, uncertainty, and solidarity. This is a long post.
My most recent pledge to not yell at my son was an epic failure on day 2. Everything was going smoothly until it was time to strap the kids in that monstrosity of a double stroller to take them for a walk. TJ wanted to get out but I really needed that walk because I… Read More Untitled: Gathering the Pieces of Failure
…that my child is extremely impressionable and that what I do and how I behave absolutely and directly influences what he then does and how he behaves. …that my yelling may seem like a great release for me but may do irreparable damage to his ability to learn the action-consequence-reaction dynamic. …that my throwing things… Read More Will I ever learn…
There are a LOT of things I don’t know about raising kids but like most people, I raise them anyway, making mistakes along the way and sometimes, miraculously, just getting a few things right. Therefore, in a twist of sorts, rather than write about what I do and don’t know about raising kids/parenting/mothering, I want… Read More What you don’t know as a parent and a child…
Inspired by Vonesai Muhaso ‘s Huffington Post piece by the same title as above, I decided to write my own letter to my postpartum body. Dear Post-Partum Body,