Mother and Child

It’s so cold

It's suddenly so cold, When I flew from your country to mine. It's suddenly so cold Now that you don't hold me in your embrace. It's suddenly so cold Because I cannot rest my head in your lap. It's suddenly... Continue Reading →

Little Girls — whattheeyessee

Little girls are little For such a little while. They outgrow your lap In just a little while. The gurgling changes to a giggle to a laugh In such a little time. They won’t ask to sleep on your tummy... Continue Reading →

When they speak their heart!

My 5year old girl was on winter break from Kindergarten. I was working and I work from home. She knows that she cannot disturb me as I work but at times she loses her patience. On a particularly hard and... Continue Reading →

Mini Me

I don't want you to be like me Vulnerable, and naive An idiot at times, who gets carried away. But I see so much of me in you- You cry when you watch movies You get hurt so easily You... Continue Reading →

Memoirs for my child – 14

Her: Oh Mumma, I think you will have to overeat. Me: Why? Her: Coz I'm too full to finish my dinner I am taking vocal music lessons and I record and listen to the recordings to make improvement. The 5year... Continue Reading →

Why do you kiss me at night?

"Why do you kiss me at night, Mumma?" asked my 5 year old. "Coz you don't fight me at bed time." I wanted to say. At 5, she wriggles out of my hugs and embraces. She has a mind of... Continue Reading →

Memoirs for my Child – 13

Her: Mumma, I don't want to get married. never ever. Me: Why baby? Her: Coz then I will have a baby. And the doctor will cut my tummy and it will hurt me. And I don't want that. Me: You... Continue Reading →

Lessons from my daughter

1. A hug can cure almost anything Don't stinge on hugs. It is an instant mood lifter. It is an instant connection. It will never fail to make your heart warm. Be the free hugs movement, personified. And it's great that... Continue Reading →

Memoirs for my Child – 12

Her: Are you cold Mumma? Me: Yes baby, my feet are always cold. But you know what's the warmest part of me? Her: What? Me: You! Her: I knew you'd say that Mumma. (Cuddles) _________________________________________________   I got back home... Continue Reading →

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