Time out

Right now I am at moving in overdrive-the moments are whizzing by before I can capture them...

Struggling to do too many things...
Balancing, prioritizing, stumbling and yet loving every moment.

A friend congratulated me on completing 10 years of motherhood.


I wrote back clarifying that it actually 10+7=17 years.


No, she wrote, it's 17*365*24*60*60 seconds. Each second you are a mother.

It is a lifetime.
It is eternity.

And it is a roller-coaster!

One to Mom to another

Me, the office-going mom:

I try so hard to be there for them and yet she fell so badly, and I was not there..

My friend, the stay-at-home mom:

Well, I was standing right next to my son; he still slipped and broke his arm…

Guess we can only do so much.

The days Moms dread

Déjà vu

I was holding packs of ice to stem the bleeding as a neighbor drove us to the emergency section of the hospital.

Last time it was Aurora , it's Elena this time.

My neighbors proved to be the real blessing. Last time I had just taken one look at Aurora’s blood soaked face and rushed to the car-without even my purse or phone, and leaving the house open. Someone locked up after me, and took Elena home (to have a sumptuous dinner with lots of TV), while another one drove me to the hospital. This time, they had already cleaned up the smaller of the wounds by the time I rushed in..

And I am so thankful to the staff at the often maligned Manipal Hospital. Their response in case of emergencies is fantastic. Right from their approach, promptness, level of preparedness, their concern and expertise- I am so grateful for all of that.

My warrior is home now-with five stitches on her chin.

She has stopped clinging to me as a sign of "return to normalcy".

She hates the doctor who tricked her and put the sutures. (That means she is better now).

No-She declared she is not better. She can hardly move her mouth (except to say how everything was just not fair) so she could have only maggi noodles or pasta for dinner. I was still not my normal Loverna self as I gave in…

By bed time things were normal enough for her to declare: Mamma it’s just not fair. I do that every day (hanging onto the upper rods of a revolving merry-go-rod) and I fell yesterday also, so why did they have to put stitches!!!??

Loverna too comes back to her normal mode: Yes. It is so unfair. Let’s do it tomorrow again and see whether you need stitches or not..

…Praying that she doesn’t try it for some time at least.