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Tryst With Nature

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Little man enjoying some fresh air

Living in a multi-storeyed flat is almost like living on air. You look out, you see the sky and those weird shaped clouds (which seem quite interesting at times as well, as you get to make stories out of them. Well, am a bit crazy about making stories in my head. You would know if you read my strange love already 😉 ) Ok. Back to business. Living on air can be interesting, but definitely not always. You miss the smell of earth and the feel of sand on your feet, especially if you’re more of a nature person like me. I don’t know about you. But Izahak LOVES TO BE OUTDOOR. He just enjoys running around, jumping in the puddles and getting his tiny feet all dirty.

So whenever it is time to be back at his paternal and maternal homes, he is all happy and excited like a little puppy. Coz, he gets to be outdoors all the time.  Also, the grandparents always have in store lots of surprises and stories for him every time he is back. How can he not be happy ?!

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Mr.I with his  maternal grandmother, picking up tulsi leaves

 

“Ammanjiiiiiiiii,,,,,,,, bug bug” he calls out to his grandmother all excited, his eyes shining like the shiny ladybug he just spotted.

We always make sure that he gets to be outdoors very often. More than seeing him happily jumping around, it is also time for him to explore his senses. To see the colors around, to feel the leaves, to smell the flowers in full bloom, to hear the birds sing and chirp and to taste the fruits freshly plucked by himself.

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Passion fruit picking with paternal grandmother

 

It is great to see him connect with nature and learn from it. Children learn so quickly and what better teacher than Nature herself.

 

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The Shape Of a Mother

Self Portrait of Motherhood
Self Portrait of Motherhood

“Jeez !! You don’t look 23 girl !!  Do something about those extra kilos and get back into shape asap!!” , she exclaimed . That day I stood in front of the mirror, cursed myself and wished I could change things. It was not just her, but several others who commented on my postpartum body.

I knew I looked not the same anymore. I gained a lot of weight, went out of shape and got stretch marks on  all places one could ever imagine.

There was this immense joy of motherhood and the pleasure of seeing your baby smile on one side (about which I could now go on and on, maybe in another blog post.  🙂 lets see). But the occassional comments on my body, not to mention the drastic hormonal transitions and emotional imbalances started making life hell for me. Inspite of all the support and love from my loved ones, I grew more and more insecure about myself, especially my body.

But as time flew, I gradually learnt to like my body with all its flaws. I realised IT’S OK to have those extra kilos and that belly hang.  Not everybody looks like that celebrity mom who got back into shape two days post delivery. And i learnt to love  my body that gave me my little one whom I now love the most. I realised my body is different now, but only stronger than ever.

Now, I stand infront of the mirror only to smile at myself and feel content about every single thing in me. Yes, I got extra skin hanging around my belly, my breasts may be saggy, I got stretchmarks that show too much. But I embrace it all. Because  THIS IS THE SHAPE OF A MOTHER. This is what a mother looks like. This is the remnant of a glorious journey that one should be thankful and happy about.

Now when someone comments on my tummy stretchmarks, I reply with all the pride,  “that’s what makes me a badass tigress mom” 🙂

PS. Dedicated to all my fellow moms. Never ever feel bad. You are beautiful. You are blessed. Now smile for me. You deserve to be the happiest.