Kyunki bua bhi new mom thi!!!
The last two years brought quite few twists and turns on the parenting roller coaster.
In July, this year (2021) I completed 15 years of being a parent
(Sometimes it feels like 1 and sometimes 150!!)
In October, I crossed another point of no return, when my younger progeny turned 13–I would never be a non-teen mom again
(We need a wine filled day and a Hallmark card for this parenting milestone, BTW)
And now, a few hours ago, I finally became an aunt, when my brother (my only sibling) and my bhabhi announced the arrival of their first born.
As I look at the pictures of those tiny hands and feet, I remember how it feels to hold someone so tiny; I look at the swaddled bundle and remember the soft smell of babies.
And I wonder, what would I say if I could meet the old me.
The old me that had become a new mother. And to them?
Did I have any advice, and words of wisdom, any gyaan?
Until a few years ago, I would have a lot (really a lot!!) to say.
But now, all I have to offer is what Kahlil Gibran wrote (and what it takes us so long to understand!!)
The shortest ever (or longest; depends entirely on us!!) parenting class ever