en hareem ast
As eager as you are to write your own story and walk your own path, some things must wait for my heart is poorly and my arms weak. I still need you breathing in my shoulder and teething on my chin.
Just a tad longer…
If I’d get a nickel every time someone asks me to have another child, we won’t need to worry about Sass’s college money. However, in addition to retaining some semblance of sanity in my own life here is an unusual one that I wish to do for my child by keeping things single. Oops. Simple, I meant.
The Art of Tidying by Marie Kondo. Apparently there are only two types of people in the world right now. Those who have seen it or are planning to do so in near future, Or those who are too busy decluttering their house after binge watching it already. Some blatant, some between the lines, here are 10 unconventional things that I learned from it.
The other day I picked up a book and my husband’s eyes widened in surprise. No more than 3 seconds later my baby raced over with the twinkliest eyes ever, throwing herself on the book in my lap. Tears blurring my vision, I put it back in the shelf.
Here’s a jump that I never ever thought I’d make. Some balm for my aching heart that crazily missed reading books around the clock pre-baby
To keep on doing what works and leaving behind what doesn’t. For ourselves, for the child we raise and shape with every single move we make. 10 things I want to do in 2019. I always modify based on change in needs and wants but as long as I’m following my heart, the resolve to love thyself stands tallest.
My baby’s first proper cold, flabbergasting at that. My Man Flu and the need for comfort. Takes me back years to a recipe of embodying a hug on a plate
So as usual, I’ll grab the bull by its horns and address the elephant in the room that we are socially conditioned to ignore. Does having kids REALLY make us happier? Time to dissect that narrative.
One (possibly) mother, to another. A split second connection. A knowing nod, half a smile. If only we’d slow down to listen where no words can match up.
Each of them were profound and true to their characters. Peculiar but so certain. That must come from strong beginnings. In a very Alice mood, I accompanied my toddler to her first Mehndi, yet I want her to analyse everything the way she seems to be internalising it, never following the crowd but only her heart.
“I don’t think…” then you shouldn’t talk, said the Hatter”
We love Insta Hashtag Following. Do you? Here’s a fun piece with a surprisingly solemn message at the end.