Reflections Of A Desi Mom

 A few weeks back J went in our 14 year old daughter's room and was shocked to see a yellow basket with a tiny bow filled with makeup and skin care products. He came out with sad eyes and said - "N beta seriously! Just a few years ago, your baskets were filled with toys and you are already old enough to replace them with makeup???!!!" N smiled and perhaps slightly cringed as well as she misses her old childhood days too sometimes. For me it was like a whole transition reel that went in front of my eyes. From a basket that was filled with nappies to toys to board books to stationery and now to makeup! It was like a very fast slideshow that ran in a loop in front of my eyes. Not that I wasn't here when this transition was taking place - but sometimes it just hits you hard! But here it is - the basket is now filled with basic makeup and skin care products which are going to stay for a very long time :-)  The first three transitions came very easy to me as a mom - I had s...

I started talking to a friend whom I haven't spoken in a while and realized I never wrote all my thoughts that I wanted to this past month.  Okay let's see - Let me back up a little and go to the beginning of the year where things didn't look so bright for many reasons. Without divulging many details, all I would say is - a big collection of dark clouds started making its presence on my family without warning or intimation. Fair enough - in all these years of counting the candles on the cake and having role models like my mom - I have learnt to not give up, give in or loose the battle without a fight.  Spring The Navratri that came in Spring  came when I was beginning to feel the twinge of despair. It was not an easy time. Having your own struggles is way different than seeing your own struggling! And I know moms reading this will be nodding their heads. But there was a hint of faith in what my Nanaji used to say and I heard the story enough number of times to rekindle th...