My mom has about 50 photos of her entire childhood. Not counting my Navjot ceremony, I have perhaps 300 (though I only have about 30 of them scanned and the rest are lost amongst my various houses). In comparison, Baby M has 2678 in only 9 months. And, these are only the ‘good’ photos that I’ve decided…
A card doesn’t do justice to our relationship and a letter might not either. But here’s a letter to my mom who was, is and will always be, my person.
When I gave birth, I was lucky enough to have more gifts than I knew what to do with. And, while I always appreciate the thought and energy behind someone choosing me a gift, there are some gifts given to new (and pregnant) moms that are plain useless. Next in the #AtoZChallenge is a list of useless gifts that you should skip giving.
Papu. That’s what I called my dad when I was small. There can be all types of fathers – fathers that work, ones that stay at home or ones that don’t stay with their kids. It doesn’t matter what kind you are, what matters is the language you speak with your child.
I’ve always been an affectionate soul but my baby has brought this to the fore. Here are 101 Reasons I Love Kissing M because next in the #AtoZChallenge is K for Kiss