Kums' Seventh Sense

What if I wrote short open letters to all the frogs that I met in my life? Don't ask me what triggered this thought process I don't remember now, mom brains! With a toddler around it is a miracle I managed to write this blog, all credits to the notes I wrote down. I am not going to mention names here. But if you are in this list you will know its you. Frog #1 I knew you weren't interested in me and that you were too good for me. But then, you were perfect for my adolescent hormones, thank you for that. But the way I turned out, you might regret letting me go unnoticed. Frog #2 Man, I was bowled over by the brains and the intelligent banter. I was quite disappointed with the looks department but then was matured enough to let it go, until one fine day you turned out to be some psycho blah blah blah stalker types. I have absolutely no regrets. Frog #3 This was a classic case of peer pressure. I liked you but crushing on you was a side effect of having mutua

When I hit puberty I thought love was all about kissing and having butterflies in your stomach. When I grew up a little I replaced kissing with sex and the butterflies remained. Now the definition has changed in all ways possible. I've learned that there isn't just the romantic Love there is more to it. It could be the heart swelling when you see your child do something or the smile you have when you think of your parent. This year I've decided that my daughter is my valentine. Sleepless nights and the constant anxiety are all totally worth it. The sloppy kisses that I get on rare mornings are my greatest motivator. To me love is all about the level of comfort I have with a person. You really love each other if you can fart and burp to your heart's content in each other's company. If you can have conversations about that then you are in the next level, haha! Everybody sees love differently but most would agree on the comfort part. My friend Srilakshmi and I se

I cannot believe we are a year old now! My daughter and me, as a mother. What an year it has been! Starting with self-doubts and a roller-coaster ride of hormones to somehow learning the trick of the trade, I have come a long way. I found myself a place among a group of amazing mothers here in Coimbatore. They have been my support system throughout. I will be eternally thankful to them. I do what I think is best for my baby. Babywearing, cloth diapering, breastfeeding and letting my child feed herself. All the above said concepts didnt come easy, I had to explain a thousand times and do my research to get people around me to accept what I do. Do not let the society dictate your parenting style. You are the parent and you are supposed to do the parenting not the society. The "society" will be there to tell you that you are not producing enough milk for the baby, cloth diapers are bulky, babywearing will make the baby dependent on you and a self-feeding baby does n