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16 things I learned in ‘16

As you might know, the stork visited me and Junior had popped out by the end of 2015. So 2016 was a year of learning and laughter, trials and triumphs, growth and goof-ups, you get the picture..

Here’s what I discovered on my journey of motherhood so far

  1. Everyone is winging it. Parenting is like MBA exams – there are no wrong answers, you know some concepts, you learn others and ignore the rest
  2. We like babies not because they’re cute and such, but because they bring us back to our childhood
  3. It takes a lot of effort to not inflict stories of your baby’s cuteness/antics/habits/poop routine on people around you. Resist the urge. Do not show them pics unless they ask for. Hell, don’t even share their name if not asked
  4. Speaking of, here are 2 ways to deal with unsolicited suggestions on naming your spawn. a) Say “we’ll take this under advisement”, or “hmm, that’s interesting” b) Say you’ve decided the name –Princess Consuela Banana Hammock or Crapbag
  5. No one will care years from now how you delivered your child – just STFU and take the damn epidural/ C-section/ whatever is medically the best option for both of you
  6. Breast-feeding is like a serious workout routine – you need stamina, commitment, will-power and supporters. P.S. It also burns calories like mad
  7. Your body – it is awesome. Media will bombard you with images of the yummy mummy, friends and family might nudge you to take up weight loss regimes, but know this – you took a tiny cell in your body and created a whole new person out of it. And right now, the only thing you need to do is be wholesome, happy and healthy.
  8. Post natal blues – it is real. Depression/anxiety/mood swings/whatever, no need to deal with it alone. Talking to supportive people helps and time heals
  9. Glowing blissful moms shown in baby stuff ads:: Men in Axe commercials getting all the action – marketing fuelled hyperbole to make money
  10. You learn to make up silly games, funny noises and nonsense stories – seriously, my crow, sheep and parrot impressions are spot on. Stupid annoying songs will start to grow on you because she dances to them
  11. You should not listen to elders
  12. You need to consult with elders from time to time
  13. The sight of a man holding his tiny new-born and gazing at her will render you a puddle of mush
  14. Parenting is a team sport. An example: Try giving medicine to a kicking and screaming baby
  15. A baby can be used as the perfect excuse to get out of irksome tasks – you don’t believe it? Ask N who encourages me to have fun shopping on my own, while he takes care of baby ( aka playing catch-me-if-you-can, inventing new ways to make her giggle and lounging in tatty comfortable clothes)
  16. The performance pressure starts way early – What was the baby’s birth weight? When did she roll over? Does she stand up yet? How many words does she say? Can we enrol her in IIT coaching? If you don’t watch it, you’ll end up stuffing your child full of pani puris, shaving her head and pushing her into a mud pit to win the Commonwealth Games
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What goes around…

The house is a flurry of activity and chaos. Me, athukar and dad are sorting out travel arrangements. Sarees are being chosen and rejected, ironed and packed and re-packed.

It’s Amma’s first visit to Singapore – her first solo trip abroad, first time in a flight and first tourist experience that doesn’t include a temple visit. She’s visibly excited, asking questions with a child-like curiosity and reassuring me with a “relax, I’ll be fine. I’ll call you as soon as I land”. The feeling of déjà vu is so palpable, I have to smile. I have similarly assured her a million times, even laughed at her fears and sometimes brushed her off with the supremely brash sense of invincibility that youth brings about.

I, meanwhile, have a million doubts in my head and butterflies in my tummy.

Will she be alright? Will she be able to step on and off the escalator properly? Will she get through immigration smoothly? Will she manage with her limited knowledge of English? Will she be picked up from the airport on time? Will my relatives hosting her ensure she takes care of her health? Will she have a good time?

I am issuing numerous instructions, both important and ridiculous (Did I just tell her, “don’t talk to strangers” ?), when she interrupts me with “ Don’t waste the cabbage on your plate. How will you be healthy if you don’t eat all vegetables? And don’t think you can go to bed without a glass of warm milk, young lady. ” …

All’s right with the world again…

P.S. UPDATE: She’s landed safely, and supremely proud of her solo trip 😛