Every so often when morning start to mean 4.30 diapers, feeding, groggy mind looking around for now-gone-to-India-Mother for Coffee and grumbling about making own coffee, debating what to cook, running around not knowing what is being done, coming back again and again to a spot in an attempt to remember whatever was forgotten……every so often when mornings start to blend into each other and whole days go by without knowing date, day or month…it is nice to throw some clothes and head out to a nice hotel with room service, where continental breakfast is free, the bed is always made, the bathrooms clean, lunch is a walk or a lift service downstairs, where the sound of a baby snoring means, you can snore or read a book or post a blog without having to worry about laundry, dishwashing, cleaning and remembering to remember something or the other. Life is good. Will be better when I go back after a good 3 day nap and a long shower 😀
Monthly Archives: November 2009
I have a son who is 3 months old babbling to the monkey, giraffe and the elephants on his play mat right now. There are supreme expectations of him. He was after all born on the same date as Obama, Kishore Kumar, P.B Shelley, Queen Mother Elizabeth. For me…all I want is for him to eat, sleep and poop for now. It is almost surreal. My mother was here and left last month. I went from being a daughter to a mother practically overnight. It is a difficult thing to put it in words. A daughter moves through so many phases in her life and everytime something life changing happens she stops being her parents little girl and acquires one another dimension. A son on the other hand remains that for all his life.
My life has taken on so many facets in the past few months, it is amazing that I still recognise who I am in the mirror everyday. Then maybe if I were incapable of doing that maybe life wouldn’t have changed much at all. It after doesn’t give anything that we can’t handle. I am rediscovering myself. It is interesting. As ground breaking as it is made out to be, I don’t think this phase has dramatically changed my life. I mean there were no trumpets and horns and rose petals from the sky…I did not cry except when they told me that I might have to lay off potatoes for a while….Even now all I hear are little tweets from when my son hits a spot on the mat, his burps and gas and life pretty much is the same. I still am on every damn social networking site, I still hear chai shop songs and the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel and still watch friends and ER. I love my identity and look forward to keeping it, thank you very much. I am glad to be back though. Brain freeze is not pleasent, even unpleasent is forgetting you were going to update your blog. Hopefully, that train stops here. So welcome back to the three people who come here. 😀