Postnatal Depression is real and new mothers often fail to recognise it and reach out for help. If you are a new mother or going to be one or know someone who is, share this article of mine on the topic. Yes, once again on Mums Write. Don’t forget to show some love by liking the article (only if you like it) 🙂
Dear daughter o’mine,
You laugh a lot, with gay abandon, accompanied by snorts. Don’t let anyone tell you it is unladylike.
You climb on your dad, roll on the floor and play with cars. Don’t let them tell you should have been a boy.
You run, scream, jump and talk non stop, trying to burn the seemingly inexhaustible energy I am still wondering the source of. Don’t let their disapproving stares bother you.
You play with your dolls, cooking for and feeding them. You even put them to bed. Don’t let them tell you that is how girls play.
You like ribbons and pony tails but couldn’t care less about princesses and unicorns. You sleep with a teddy bear. You like trucks, aeroplanes and skateboards. Digging in the dirt and climbing trees are some of your favourite past times. Don’t let them teach you to choose between any of those.
Don’t let anyone define who you are or what you should be. Wear blacks, reds and blues if you like and be who you want to be.
You are just a child, free and wild. And that is how it should be.
So, I submitted an article to Mums Write and actually got accepted. If you are a parent or are going to be one, this might be some useful information. If you aren’t a parent, then share this with others who are.
As a blogger, I am obliged to do a roundup post at the end of the year. Now it is already 5 days past the end of 2016 and time I got around to thinking of what to say. Was 2016 good to me? I don’t want to sound ungrateful and say that it wasn’t. But the real question is this. Was I good to 2016? Did I realise my potential and give my best to the year? Did I enjoy the days as much as I could? Did I take the opportunities I was given and/or create opportunities where possible? I’m sure you get the idea of what I am talking about.
Being true to oneself and coming out vulnerable but with true realisation is one hell of a difficult thing to do, when living in denial and false assurances is so easy. I am, right now, in the process of reflecting on the past year to not only recognise faults and failures but also to appreciate my small triumphs. I’ve come to think of retrospection as not only a way to improve myself but also an opportunity to pat myself on the back for things well done. However, in the end, what I take away from it is how I can do better in future.
So to round up 2016 in a post, which would be quite a feat in itself, to be honest, it didn’t go as well as I wanted it to. I didn’t post much, I didn’t accomplish much. To be honest, I didn’t reach my potential. On the other hand I was happy, well fed and rested. The baby grew up all of a sudden and so that was one less thing to worry about a little body getting hurt (she still does, it just affects me less).
I am truly grateful for all the good things in life (I already have). Doesn’t mean I can’t desire for more.
I am hoping 2017 will be a fantastic year to do all that I didn’t. So here’s me wishing myself a fabulous year ahead. I hope I meditate more, think more, listen more, act more, work more, create more, exercise more, enjoy more, love more and update the blog more.
I also wish all my readers an amazing 2017. Make your wishes come true. What did you wish for by the way?
A sense of peace has resided within me. I have been feeling it ever since I set foot in India. I don’t know if it was the travel or India or the fact that I am older (and hence wiser?). I realise that things don’t hurt or tick me off as they used to. Being born and growing up in India, I knew what to expect, both from places and people. I had made up my mind to not let things/people bother me. What surprised me most was that it wasn’t at all difficult to do just that. I was more relaxed and much more forgiving. As a result there was almost zero anxiety related to anything, however big it was.
Being back at places I have lived gave me an opportunity to remember old times and on more than one occasion I wished that I should not have let the bridge break. I missed a few people and wished I was more forgiving back then. I realise that things that I thought were huge back then are now of no importance. Most things turn out to be nothing with time. I was obviously too young, too inexperienced and too naive to see it that way. Now that I do, I have decided to not let things matter, no matter how big they seem. With time, we change and heal. I now believe in second chances.
Friends who were extremely close a few years back haven’t seen each other for years now. We lived in the same city but didn’t meet for a long time (before we moved). Now that I made an effort to reconnect and a few responded. We met and we picked up right where we left. It felt nice. I learnt that all relationships take a lot of work and effort to survive and sustain. Effort from both ends.
As I sit, my eyes closed (as I usually do when I want to imagine), I see my life, from as early as I can remember. I see the negative feelings I kept bottled and how they have influenced me as a person. Or, if I’m being honest, hindered me from growing. It now seems like a waste of time and waste of space in my mind. Have I finally learnt to let go?
I’m sorry about not posting for so long even after having said that I will. Life happens and I cannot stop it. However, I have something else for you on my travel blog.
If you are interested in reading about some tips for travelling with children, you are welcome to read my recent update on my travel blog: Tips for air travel with kids
That should keep you occupied, while I finish the draft that I had originally planned to post here.
I have had to suppress the urge to blog for all of the 6 weeks I was traveling, availability of internet not being an issue. In truth, I didn’t want to do a short version of what I wanted to say. Meaning, I didn’t have much time to express all that I felt and wanted to share here. I just got back from a long trip to Singapore and India. Now that I don’t have places to be and people to meet, I feel relaxed enough to open the chest of memories and thoughts.
It was a wonderful trip back to what was once home. It did overwhelm and throw me off a bit, even though I anticipated the reverse culture shock. The sights, smells and noises kept distracting me all the time. Family, as much as I love them, smothered us with attention. In a good way. However, at times I would hole up inside a room with my laptop, just to get some alone time.
Singapore was pretty awesome and a lot of posts are in order on my travel blog. So keep an eye out.
There are tons of things I want to write about, but they won’t be in this post. This is to just let myself out and breathe and get into the right frame of mind to start forming coherent sentences out of the jumbled mess of thoughts. As exhausted as I am, this is the right time to start digging the mind to relive the experience, lest it should get hazy with time.
I leave you here, with a promise to be back with more interesting things than a random post like this.