Rekha's Ramblings

This year, I am celebrating 25 years of being a mom, mommy. I started looking back at the journey, sort of reflecting on how I got here. And some of the things I discovered while looking back were pleasant , some not so.  There were so many expectations of me, as a mother, from me and from others; some I met, some I could not or did not want to. There are some things I would keep the same and some I would change if I could. At the end of the day though, it was a good journey, I love my three children who have had a hand in making me a better, a more informed person if you will than I used to be.  The teachings were mutual; I may have taught them a few things, but I have learnt a great deal from them as well. Anyways, these are my ramblings spread over next 25 days, my own way of a celebrating my milestone. This is not about offering advice, rather about sharing stories, as a mom, as an immigrant first generation mom.  Disclaimer – My husband was very much a part of our ch...

  I used to think of myself as a very strong person, that I made decisions using my brain, not my heart, not emotional but practical and blah, blah blah …..  And now that’s what it has been reduced to, just blah, blah, blah.  I was strong and then I became a mother , and have turned into this emotional wreck and find myself doing things that I would never have done otherwise , the “awwws”, the “ muaahas” , the “love” and “kisses” and “hugs”…. Driving was not an issue then , I drove myself everywhere but then they came along and I was responsible for not just me but the three of them in the backseat and when they were little , most nights would be sleepless nights as I would be home alone taking care of them, in a constant alert mode , responsible for their safety, couldn’t take a chance to drive myself and endanger their lives and so the driving stopped, just limited to grocery shopping and short distance .  I had to go somewhere the other day, over an hour’s drive, ...