YOU ARE GOING TO COLOUR WHAT AGAIN??

Well Anvita turned 11 day today. A few weeks ago - we found this 3 page letter on  our bed. A well thought out letter written by a soon to be 11 year old. Not surprising at all cos I love to write as did my mom,her father was a writer/poet(on my maternal side of the family we have a genetic predisposition for the arts,creative stuff and writing). Anvita often leaves love notes & essays at all places in the house(which I have a habit of preserving cos I think they are valuable & precious)😍

This particular note+ letter had her birthday wish list. We are quite a no nonsense family - we don't beat around the bush- we get straight to the point!!
My sensible,practical,fun loving daughter who loved sweatpants and shorts to wearing dresses,who preferred to play basketball/soccer to playing houses asking to colour her hair???
I was taken back by item no 1 on her list. 😱There was no way I was going to let my 10 year old (more like going on 20) daughter to make a choice that could cause damage to her lovely hair- not at least when she is still living under our roof!!

This list was followed by a letter of persuasion - a letter in which she had carefully listed out all her accomplishments throughout the year and justifying how she has earned it & persuading us to agree to her wish(es)!

On one hand - I'm thoroughly amused that she has an independent mind and is very clear on what she wants. Every year she tells us in advance how she wants to celebrate her birthday - for instance once she wanted to invite her friends,then another time it was a slumber party. Yet another year she wanted to explore an amusement park. She has been doing that since the time she could talk!! We let her make her choice and we do our best to honour it within our means.
This time around - it was hard to agree to what she wanted. She's a tween and I'm already dreading how teenage would look like if this is a sign of things to come. We had a choice - go outright & say NO to her unreasonable demand which as parents we believe is harmful for her hair and body. But it didn't feel right to crush her spirit,or quell her attempts at exploring,experimenting and expressing her individuality. In the very least I thought it merited a thorough conversation with her - a discussion on the pros and cons.Even though I couldn't completely convince her even with the help of Dr.Google - she seemed to appreciate the fact that I treated her as her own person,an individual who has the right to think,make choices and think about consequences and that her opinion is valuable too. I must admit my daughter has the makings of a lawyer and a master negotiator- at one point she almost convinced me as to how the tip of the hair are dead cells and that technically she wasn't causing any harm to herself and that in the worst case she could trim the hair in 6 months time and erase all signs of it if it turned out to be a mistake.

Somehow this bout I won and  managed to dissuade her from making that choice.
Each day I'm proud of the little person that she is turning into. But I/we need to accept that there might be many more such battles to come in our parenting journey and colouring her hair pink/brown might be the least of my worries then!!!
Here's to many more such letters and discussions and non violent fights/arguments(and parental wins??😜)

Happy 11th birthday sweetheart and hope all your assertiveness happens when you are facing the big bad world outside!!😜👍✋🏻
Cheers
Mom.

                                                         Anvita and her bubble tea today🍹

                                       10 BENEFITS TO HAVING KIDS

Given the way our lives are fast forwarding in this fast digital age at break neck speed - many young couples are rethinking having kids or postponing having them- I have some thoughts for you to mull over!!

In spite of what everyone warns you about that your life is complete (or finished) when you have kids - it’s not all that bad. Even though there might be some(or several) occasions that even if for  a few hours you might’ve (atleast I have many times)felt like pawning them off to your neighbors or others - for the most part-  it is an enlightening experience about who you are as a person,your fears,your anxieties,your baggage and how you lead them to be a better version of yourselves. 

Having a kid or two means you are declaring to the world that you are not completely invested in yourselves and that you are able to put the needs of another person who is smaller,younger and more vulnerable than yourself above that of your own.

Really there are real advantages to having kids-I 'kid' you not ;)

The following are insights culled from my own experience as a parent - some of which might be eye openers for you and make you think about parenting in a new light altogether(eye roll!!)

1. Kids are good couriers- they will fetch you stuff that you have kept in the top floors or other rooms that you are too lazy to get it yourselves
2. Kids are good detectives - they know the junk that you ‘ve bought and remember where exactly you stored(read:hidden) them
3. Kids are  good substitute for alarms- they would know exactly how and when to wake you on the weekend when you are trying to sleep for a little longer.A caveat -their alarm capabilities seem to decline,diminish or disappear altogether during weekdays and it's not easy waking up a child to get ready for school!!
4. Having 2 kids instead of 1 gives you the opportunity to play multiple roles of Judge,match referee,bouncer and dispenser of justice more often than you like!
5. Having kids teaches you to hone your multitasking skills and take it to a different level altogether like for instance when making phone calls and cooking and keeping an eye on the fight that is brewing between your kids before it gets bloody or violent.
6. Having kids elevates your negotiating and bargaining skills to an all time high cos they will not take ‘No’ for an answer that easily.
7. Having kids makes you wary of the words ‘WHY’ CAN’T I?’ cos of the number of times that word would crop up in your entire span of parenting career.So that in turn would lead to you improve your conversation skills by anticipating ‘trap questions’ and be prepared ahead of time with comebacks!
8. Having kids creates in you a new found respect for your parents who have done it so many more times than yourselves(in my case 7 cos my parents had 7 of us!!! -I often wonder how they stayed married or none of us ended up in prison or an asylum)
9. Kids make you realize that size is of no consequence and in fact size doesn’t matter at all when it comes to getting things accomplished(?their way).They have inbuilt radars for detecting vulnerabilities and moments of weaknesses in parents or other adults.
10. Kids are good witnesses for fights that you have with your spouse-they come in handy during the trial and prosecution!

I hope that this list is fast tracking you on your way to making babies sooner than later !!! LOL!

ONE MORE DAY

Phew –it’s been a stressful past couple of weeks/months/years- I can’t even keep track of how many. 

We as a family have seen and faced so many tragedies and have learnt many a life lessons and the learning never seems to stop.I’m at that stage in life where I wished these life lessons will stop!!!

We take nothing for granted, we count our blessings, live in the moment and grateful for even small things cos life is so short and unpredictable. We are always dealing with Plan B,C or D- never Plan A- in fact we don’t even make plan A precisely for the same reason- they go awry.

 With a series of serious health setbacks on both Ravi’s and my side of the family all happening at the same time-we couldn’t just contemplate how things could go so badly wrong and that too all at the same time!! The only way we know to cope is just ‘keep on carrying on’ one more day and focus on the things that we had control over than those we didn’t. So when Ravi had to leave for India on a family emergency, I was trying my damnedest to keep my sanity and trying to get on with work and home routines (which is not easy with 2 kids, the long travel & the schedules I keep). Last Friday-things went pear shaped when I was in the midst of packing up my office stuff for a move into another location and   I get a message from my sister in India that my mother who is in the late stages of dementia was unresponsive, had stopped breathing and they were rushing her to hospital in an ambulance. Holding it all together for so long I broke down and I wasn’t ready yet to say good bye to my mother. Somehow I got through the packing(if you consider dumping stuff into boxes as packing), made the long journey home after picking my kids and had a night of bawling and mourning the reality of what was about to happen to my mom.

We don’t have family here in Canada but I’m blessed to have very few but genuine friends who have stood by me, watch out for me (even when I try to hide from mankind when shit piles up).I was touched when intuitively they call to find out how I’m holding up in Ravi’s absence and hearing about my mom, and without missing a beat offer to take care of my kids if I had to leave for India on an emergency. One of my dear friends even dropped in home last evening just to make sure and to let me know I wasn’t alone. Can’t tell you what it means to know that you are all there to hold me when I’m falling – in spite of everything I count my blessings one more time!!

When I visited my mom in India in February this year– even though my mom didn’t know my name, what our relationship was, she recognised me immediately, smiled and responded so well with tapping her feet whenever I sang to her. That was our lingering bond – our love of music- when everything else was fading from her brain. I knew I could still reach her when I sang to her all her favorite songs from the past. I knew she felt it when I hugged her, held her tightly and stroked her face and she rewarded me with a toothless smile. That gave me joy and I was content to take whatever I could in that moment –so what if she didn’t know my name or that I was her daughter- she felt my love- that was good enough for me!!!!

But ever since my mom had a fall and a fracture a couple of weeks ago-we’ve been losing her bit by bit and it was as if she was retreating into another world and there was absolutely no response from her. She stopped eating, she was hardly breathing, her body failing her and all our interactions one sided. Every phone call, every update from my family in India – I knew this was not going well. I know Dementia in all its forms- I understand the disease in and out- this is what I do for a living – I know it’s a terminal disease but yet when I know that I’m about to lose my mom-I feel selfish when I want her to linger on. I want to know that she is physically around and I can still sing to her and hear her respond. I still want to tell her even though she might not understand- all that I’m doing to make this disease easier for the caregivers whose burden I truly understand. I want her to feel proud of my accomplishments and let her know that her very disease has been a life changing experience for all of us and I’d keep passionately fighting for making an impact in society even in the smallest way I can. I’m unable to let go of her presence in my life at this point (I know I’ll never be ready) LLL

 As I was waiting for my family to keep me posted & I was making plans to go to India, relatives were informed- I receive a call from my brother yesterday night. From not breathing, no pulse, extremely low blood pressure, and near death experience- my mom came around and started responding to treatment. It was a medical miracle of all sorts!!!

 My mother has always been a fighter and that’s what she had always taught us- to keep digging & fighting despite all odds, never giving up and even with death staring her in the face- she is fighting back. When I called this morning to speak with my brother who was in the hospital with her – he put the phone to her ear-I sang to her- sang all the songs that she used to ask me to sing whenever she was feeling low. She mumbled back and joined me and even tried to sing a few words. My brother told me she was all excited, smiling and back to tapping her feet and the oxygen mask and the tubes out of her body is not about to stop her!!!

I believe in miracles and we all just experienced one- gives me hope to carry on one more day JJJ

WHAT'S IN A NAME??

"What's in a name? that which we call a rose/ By any other name would smell as sweet".- William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet

My actual first name is Jayasudha- strike that- my mom had originally named me Sudha when I was born.She had said that even as a 3 year old I had a mind of my own!! (well no surprises there).She had told me that inspired by the dance moves of a famous South Indian movie star then by the name Jayasudha and whose moves I used to imitate I informed my kindergarten teacher  that my name was Jayasudha-a name which means in Sanskrit -'Sweet victory'(Jaya= victory & Sudha=sweet nectar)- maybe I should turn into a honey bee right now!
So the name stuck and became part of my official identity all through my school,College and Universities in India- everyone knew me as Jayasudha. 

Since marriage I have lived in different parts of the globe.I'm quite aware that people from other parts of the world are not exposed to double barrelled Sanskrit based Indian first names. Well then I thought- I'll make everyone's life easier by identifying myself as just Sudha with it just being 2 syllables & so it would not be so complicated to pronounce.  

But then I now realize it's not always that simple-even this is not without its share of moments of fun.Now would be  a good time to tell you that I have a glass wall in my office which I treat as my amusement corner & where I post stuff which makes me chuckle.

I started collecting or rather writing down how many ways people(staff/ clients/other professionals) can slaughter my name.
Check out the picture - you 'll know how many..and the list is nowhere near exhaustive!

What surprises or stumps me most is when professionals responding to emails I've sent with my name spelt out clearly still write back to an alias that is not even remotely close to my name !!!! How they do that is beyond me - seriously!

Anyway I don't get offended at all coz I'm conscious that I might have similar challenges if someone asked me to pronounce names like 'Stelios Giannakopolous','Sieb Djikstra','Yakubu Aiyegbeni','Stig Inge Bjornebeye' and 'Piotr Swierczewski' names which I didn't have to spell or say whilst growing up!!!

So I'd rather enjoy the humor my name leads to. After all I'm supposed to be this sweet person or something. 

Can I quit...being a parent for a day ??

I'm not asking much..just one day off from an unrelenting schedule of being  a parent - of not being responsible for two young lives,not being the referee between two warring kids,not being the unpaid driver picking/dropping the kids to and from school,after school,beyond school/outer space activities..a break from having to get up early in the morning,trying to pack up several boxes of food for the kids/adults,from not having to look for matching socks,clothes or underwear from all over the place,of trying to get them to cram some edible humanly food before they leave,from not worrying about the class assignments they need to do or milestones they need to reach,or getting them to sleep at earthly hours.In essence I'm asking for not being a teacher/detective/chef/ cleaner/ chauffeur/counselor or not being a Parent(all rolled into one) just for a day!!

In this regard,I'd like to point put that BC(Before Christ)& AD(After Death/anno domini) are incorrect for timelines.Left to me I would devise dating system or timelines like this

BC or AC...Life - Before Children(BC) and After Children(AC)

I think you may want to laugh,cry or nod your head but let me tell you how it all goes ...
You know I can be sure that in the short time I'm not around and if there's no sound or sign of my little one even for a few seconds -one or more of the following has happened:

1. He has taken out the ironing spray and sprayed all the furniture,books and clothes with them
2. He has taken my handbag from the top of the table,unzipped it,gotten the car key out,stepped out into the backyard,reached the garage and turned on the car!!
3. He has taken the dustbin,climbed on it,reached for the fruit and butter knife on the counter top and tried to cut them by himself
4. He has opened the tap in the kitchen (by climbing on the chair in the kitchen nook) and tried to wash the vessels all by himself spraying the entire kitchen in this process
5. He has taken his sister's tubs of different colors of glitter from her craft box and tried to be helpful by mixing them all together - on the floor !!!
6. He has taken the stamp and stamped all his blue car designs on the freshly painted wall :(
7. He has pulled out the leaves from the mint plant and watered the tomato plant to death !!
8. He has emptied/thrown all the cheerios on the floor and made interesting designs out of them
9. He has mastered the art of unrolling the toilet rolls in the short time he goes to the toilet for a pee..
10. He has reached for the toolbox,gotten out the screwdriver,the batteries and tried to 'fick'(fix as he says) his Thomas train..
11. He has opened a bottle of water and poured it all on the new pro back support mattress(making the mattress look like it needs some support right now!)

As you can see, I have in my son the makings of a launderer,driver,acrobat,chef,painter,graffiti artist, plumber,gardener and electrician all rolled into one.From the moment he's awake and till he falls into bed exhausted - I do think that I'm in the midst of an ongoing natural calamity -he's like a mini tornado,2.5 years old,a little over 3 feet tall,and in constant motion and a bundle of energy and unending activity...As a professional I know that he is perfectly normal,his activity levels,his natural curiosity are a perfect accompaniment to his growing brain..as a parent -well I need to specialize in Buddhism or Zen meditation - so I can calmly smile and understand these are the rewards of parenting - the good,the bad and the ugly !!

Not to be outdone in creativity,zeal or action,my 8 year old daughter chips in with her talent too...there's this pile of freshly laundered clothes on the floor which she tells me are all the costumes that were part of her dress up and dance routines when she changed from Cinderella to witch and into Cleopatra(BTW she ropes in her little brother to be Prince Charming with his set of costumes & accessories too!!).There's food crumbs, inside,outside,in the middle of the sofa,orange peels from ages ago under the bed(where she had decided to hide from her little brother to read and eat),cardboard boxes that she has painted and turned into hideouts or vehicles and tents,different colored papers cut out and painted with secret codes and games that she has devised to play with her friends,strange looking colored fruit concoction which she made(inspired by a recipe she read in a magazine) inside the freezer..scraps of notes everywhere that she has written to friends and family including notes to the fairies and painted her face and body(sometimes her brother's too) like they were part of the Avatar movie cast!!   

If counting to ten,taking deep breaths doesn't work,I try cleaning the house(like a woman possessed) which strangely calms me down  or write a blog(like I'm doing now) or even repeat the phrase"This too will pass on" to myself. At times I can adoringly look at their pictures when they were inside my tummy(was life much better then? -I'm not sure),or them smiling/talking innocently in their sleep after they came outside,or watch their dance videos,read my daughter's 'I love you' notes and handmade cards,or even recollect fondly the unconditional hugs and kisses I get.I know I must and I do cherish all these memories - the hysterical,the ominous,the funny, the scary and the heart warming ones because soon they would grow up and might not be looking out for Momma when they get hurt(right now they believe I'm Superwoman and I can kiss it all better)..

So may be I might not get my breaks,my leave applications from being a parent might not get granted,my requests for abstaining from parental duty are null and void and I will continue to rant,ventilate,would want to fast forward the parenting thing as this job gets interesting and challenging by the day- but I wouldn't trade being a parent for any job in the world .And I promise I would try my damnedest as I've to constantly 'up' my game to stay on par(if not on top) of this parenting puzzle and make the pieces fit.

Are you eating thinking right ?

A colleague and I were recently discussing about using this chart with our clients during counselling(for more info and decoding the platter click here → Mind platter).And I was telling myself maybe I should start with checking off how many portions I was consuming before I suggested someone else should do it. So this is how it went

1. Sleep time - A big ✓ (do I even need to explain that ? - I think not)
2. Focus time - ✓( I can do hours and hours of reading or learning or concentrate - I actually get a 'high' when I do these - so I'm thinking I'm getting extra points here :) )
3. Time in - ✓(being trained in Mental health,that's what I do for a living - dealing with emotions and feelings - so its like a home run)
4. Play time - ✓ (if that playing includes all that which we play on gadgets or with our kids -I'm in the game still)
5. Down time - ✓(this happens to me like a fish takes to water - I can find countless things not to do and to just laze and think about - like the Arctic expedition or the Kenyan safari  I might go or the holidays I might take some day in the Bahamas or Down Under(hope hubby reads this list accidentally :)I can just go on with that list with very little prompting)
6. Connecting time  - ✓(oh yes - I'm totally connected to my family,friends,phone, books, nature)
7. Physical time -???????????????????

That last one on the list right there is a slippery slope for me because the explanation given was something like 

"When we move our bodies, aerobically if possible, which strengthens the brain in many ways"...

Hmm....I'm wondering does it include 

• all the acrobatic ways I try to reach for the jar on the top shelf in the closet or 
• the countless number of times I go up and down the stairs in the house to retrieve stuff from each floor? or
• how I contort my body trying to balance a few books,whilst trying to push my 2.5 year old son in the stroller & maneuvering my way through the maze like pathways in the library & still managing to open the door ? or
• the number of times I've tried to run like the wind to catch the bus before it left the stop or
• run behind my kids just stopping them from dropping that precious vase from the past ? or 
• even darting across the road when the pedestrian crossing timer is about to touch 'zero' or 
• going round in circles like Tom & Jerry during the morning school & office run on weekdays or 
• does the aerobics and dance class I've been to in my past life count ??? or 
• Would lying on the grass and gazing at the sky and cloud spotting be equal to aerobically moving my brain muscles????

If all those count - then yes I can proclaim my stake to being a 'physically active' person...

But who am I kidding here ?....I've never been fond of going to the gym or engaging in that imaginative walking & running or pretending to be on an incline on the treadmill....I wear yoga pants but not because I do or like yoga - its because I like them as they are very very comfortable to wear..I like to eat all kinds of sensible/edible/tasty/colorful food and I don't ever make the mistake of counting the calories at all - I've NEVER ever engaged in a single diet or even fasted for any thing in my entire life - in my mind - its 'just this one life' and 'living life with regrets' and 'what ifs' is not my cup of tea...(there I mentioned a drink again..:)..I'm a foodie through and through- luckily for me - my hyperactive brain metabolizes my calories & I don't put on much weight - that's my theory in any case..:)))

The point here is I really need to work on the physical fitness part- that necessary evil or taboo word - however you may call it - its still unpalatable I guess!..I'm sure many of you are just like me justifying why you are not finding the time to exercise and that life's very busy to take some time out to work out - as for me - no amount of reasoning,giving excuses of not finding time is going to cut ice with my logical brain.I can't kid myself really.I'm too insightful for that!...

I do find it very inspiring when I see all the people working out and posting status on social media like "At the gym working out"(would people go there for any other reason I don't know - anyway that's beside the point).But for me - it just stops with 'getting inspired' stage but 'not acting on it' phase.

Physical fitness is not over rated & taking an hour or even 1/2 hour out of 24 hours in a day is not too much to ask for in order to be healthy in the long run - so as I'll be telling my clients - maintain a diary,record your little achievements no matter,take one step at a time to eventually walking a mile or even a marathon..(now that marathon's a bit too much for me to even visualize right now but I'll just throw it in there - it does sound good & making me feel fit already !!)..

Now I'm off to the park with my kids to help them get their physical time whilst ...hmm errr I take a book with me to read sitting on a bench...!!!

May be I will suddenly sprint like that Kenyan athlete (who almost always wins the marathon)once TOMORROW COMES :)

What is Happiness for me ?

People often use this word - Happiness in all kinds of contexts..to me -the means or the ways to be happy is more important than the end...at the end of each day I rate it a happy day when I start a creative process(today it is my writing,the last few days it was learning/mastery of singing my favorite song,on other days it is experimenting a new recipe,designing a pencil case for my daughter,prior to that setting up our house (BTW it's our the 11th move in 13 years) and I take it to its completion.

Sometimes it's just the chance to sit,relax and do nothing but admire nature - a splendid sunset,of waves rising and falling in the beach,the rustle of dry leaves,the smell of rain(just recently I learnt that it was a type of bacteria that caused it quashing my romantic heart),a full moon adorning the night sky...(lucky for my hubby who doesn't 've to spend much to make me happy!)
On other days its a chat,a message,a hearty conversation or catching up with a long lost friend or family member whom we leave behind in our hectic journey called life..and on another day it was the nice dinner my husband made when I was sick & lying and reading a book after a long time...

Happiness is also my squeals of excitement and victory dance seeing my 2.5 year old give up his precious milk bottles for cups,his nappies for the potty,it is also pride when my daughter comes up with a board game(which she devised,colored and made herself)...at times it is just looking at my niece's baby's innocent pictures of yawning,sleeping,smiling...oh there's lots...

Have you seen the meaning of being happy in kid's dictionaries ? - it doesn't take much at all - playing in the sand,splashing water,running wildly in an open space,getting paint on their face,feet and hands,going high on the swing and just seeing and playing with other kids...it's adults who mistakenly tend to pair happiness with goals,expectations,end results and numbers and often get the equations wrong!
There might be days when I don't get even one event checked from all the above but I keep these lists in my mind (& now I've written them down too) - they do help me to tide over those mental  cobwebs and sad droughts!

So what if you missed the morning train(because you slept a bit late because of the wonderful movie you watched late into the night),the house looked a bit like a dump yard(after all those those creative pursuits),forgot to turn off the hose pipe(because I was carried away with the little tomato plants that sprouted),the neighbors might 've gone a bit deaf(due to my serial killing of the song I was practicing),the kids are looking a bit messy & needing attention(because I'm trying  to complete this post :)..- all that matters is you have fun with whatever you set out to do and  just enjoy the ride...:)

Remember Life's not a checklist and Happiness is not a Destination - its the process and not the goal :)