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#MothersDay - A Timeless Journey - A blog by Pallavi

“Wake up Mumma…I am done with my sleep…it’s time to play!!” This should be music to the ears at any time of the day with a toddler, but at 2 am in the night you simply wish that you are hearing it in a dream.


Although the past three years of motherhood have been nothing short of a dream, the sleepy and dreamy nights have simply vanished and are a very rare occurrence. Instead as a mum I have realized the importance of power naps, the importance of syncing your needs with the expectations and needs of your little one and finally the importance of giving it all to the most important part of your new life.

Life has amazingly traveled a complete cycle for a little girl from a little city. When I started growing up, I was a unit of a family and the entire school and college life was spent struggling hard to etch out an individual identity, in search of a confident and unique entity to stand out among the crowd. Even after marriage, while I started sharing my life and its special moments with my partner, there was still a strong urge to retain that individualistic identity which I had built all through these years. Just as Aarsh was born, the fierce struggle simply melted away in the deluge of love, emotions and ecstasy and that little girl was again sharing her identity with the little one who had just arrived on the planet and building a completely new world centered around the waves of laughter, shrill cries and the never ending list of to-dos and donts!!

Growing up once more with the little one has its own challenges and the pace has to be simply exact so that none of us outgrow each other. Life also holds it special surprises when I see the little baby who spends almost the entire day getting his basic training from me, walking, talking and even sleeping like his dad does!! This has made me realize the importance of the multiple roles the parents, in a nuclear family, play in a toddler’s life. Till a kid goes to school, we play the roles of a friend, soul-mate, mentor, guide and also his hero, swapping the roles with each other according to the availability of time and our personal and official schedule. It is best left to the little one which traits he wants to take up from whom and time and experience has taught me, that when left to himself and provided with the right options, the baby always is the best to judge what is most suited for him.

With the passage of time all these emotions and experiences of the initial years will be consigned to the photo albums to look back upon for Aarsh, but to memories for both parents, memories to live, love and cherish for the rest of our lives!!
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  1. Amazing Writing skill and truly felt what our parents go through

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  2. Thanks alot for ur appreciation!❤

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  3. What a beautiful expression of being mother...people around us must read this.

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