Sweetheart, You turned two this week. Two. You’re two. Wow, it’s just not setting in, regardless of how many times I repeat it. It seems like you were born yesterday, and I had to pry open your closed fists and quickly clean your hands with a piece of cotton before you clenched them again. Now, … More A Letter to My Daughter
My parents have often told me stories of my younger self, demanding to do everything myself. ‘Hira khud’ (Hira self) was a very popular phrase in my toddler vocabulary. I would even go shopping with my mum to choose my own clothes. Once, I must’ve been about three, my mother bought a frock for me … More I for Independence
Nothing could have prepared me for those first few months after my daughter’s birth. The sleep deprivation alone was enough to make me lose my mind. Add on nursing, diaper changes, bathing, entertaining and the desperate need to be the text-book mother and homemaker, and I was living only to take care of the little … More Finding Myself in Motherhood
When I was pregnant with Baby A, a friend told me that I should say good-bye to travelling for the next few years. I’m glad that I didn’t listen, because travelling with an infant (who quickly turned into a toddler) is not just doable, but can be just as enjoyable as travelling without one. Whilst … More Travelling with a Toddler: Tips and Tricks
My husband and I had been married for a little over three years when Baby A joined us. I remember us strolling through the mall one day, witnessing a couple and their toddler walk by. The couple was walking on either side of the child, each holding one of their child’s tiny hands. It was … More How a Child Affected Our Marriage
We make countless decisions throughout our lives – from the small daily ones like choosing your clothes for the day and deciding what to eat for lunch, to the big ones like choosing our life partner. I follow one simple rule for most meaningful decision making in my life – make the decision yourself because … More The Freedom of Choice
I despise the term ‘housewife’. I can knock in someone’s teeth for asking if I’m a ‘housewife’. No, thank you, I’m married to my husband, not the four walls we call our house. I’m not going to bore you with another rant about how terrible and derogatory the term is, because I’m sure you already … More Where are the Working Dads?