The One Salty Laughter Tear

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This one is special, because I have already written about everyone – father, sister, husband, children.. So, when it was time to show my love for the child bearer, I figured what better way than to ask her to scribble a few lines for my humble blog.. The outcome? A mixture of excerpts taken from what my mother wrote for me.. To sound every bit like a seasoned writer, I have to mention I have her verbal permission to use her material in the below SEMI-fictional.. :)

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Karina - Once upon a time ago
Karina – Once upon a time ago

“Mommie.. mommie.. Hot!! Hot!!..” 2 year old Kyle startled Karina in bed while screaming at the top of his lungs at 7:15am in the morning..

“Gosh darn it, it is just 7 in the morning Kyle, why don’t you sleep a little longer?? I am sure Maria put you to sleep very early and washed off her hands! I am sorry Chaz, but I guess no more date nights for us.. I cannot give up my lazy late mornings on the weekends for anything!”

“Ut-oh Kyle, yes mommie is hot, but this morning she is hot with temper! Let’s get out of bed and go to your room while she sleeps a little longer”, Chaz grabbed the hot coffee that Kyle was referring to from her and stepped out of the bedroom closing the door behind him, still smiling.. Karina stayed in bed and dialed her mom who was 10,000 miles away in Bangladesh probably getting ready for dinner..

“Oh mom, what can I tell you, I have started hating weekends now! Kyle cannot seem to sleep past 6:30am and it is a pain my rear end! Mom, we were super excited about our date night yesterday, and felt that it was one that we had truly earned..! We had dinner and a few minutes of quiet time for ourselves! Heavenly! But, we crashed into the real world of baby so hard that I can’t seem to remember how great I was feeling just 12 hours ago!”

“Come on, give yourself a break, thinking of those moments might cheer you up! Also, Kyle might be hungry..”

“Talking to you is a waste of time mom, you will end up taking Kyle’s side anyway.. You will not understand how demanding my life is! Remember mom you were completely smitten by the idea of motherhood at 19, so you did not see any life outside of your two girls and your husband..”

The line goes mute..

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I meant your two girls, and DADDY! Oh, let me go now, bye!”

Karina was relentless about how relentless she perceived her mother to be.. So, she picked up the conversation on Sunday, when she knew her dad will be an earshot from the phone while she was talking to her mother.. She had to be respectful.. very respectful.. She started off politely this time..

“Mom, you are just 50 mommie, do you know in America, especially in Florida, I hear 87 year old folks driving cars..!! If that is not eye popping news what else is?”

“Have you wondered why you had to hear that on the news? If it was business as usual, I suspect they would not be on TV! Also, have you received any paper greetings this year..? Do you remember you would cut the flowers and quotes out of the post cards and greetings that your father would receive on New Year’s day and make posters out of them?? All that might seem silly to you now, but that was great fun for you and your sister! Maybe Kyle will not disturb you if you can give him some small scissors and a few of those postcards!”

“Oh mom, you should start writing funnies, hand written post cards?!! Ha ha.. Oh, do you remember Alicia, Joey’s mom, she rear ended someone on her way back home yesterday evening..! I am not surprised, she is ALWAYS on the phone with someone or the other, never paying attention to Joey while picking up or dropping off that poor guy at school.. Ha, how is the timing so perfect I ask? What kind of a mom is she?! Sheeeesh!!!”

The writer's sword - Now Extinct
The writer’s sword – Now Extinct

“I remember those days when you would wait eagerly on the steps outside the front door for me to come back from school.. You would finish eating your snack that I set out on the table that morning and feed your sister and take care of her till I came back! About that girl, maybe she works the phones! You, you still working 14 hours a day?! Kyle will miss you and your nurturing..”

“Mom, why does this have to be about me all the time?! How does working and maintaining a blog on the personal front have to be the same as not being responsible and taking care of my own child? You are sympathetic to a stranger, but I can’t carry on a decent conversation with you before you start giving me lectures about how to raise my child!”

The line goes mute..

“Mom, chores at home, deadlines at work, maintaining a social circle, setting up play groups, having a hobby – writing, and still having a few minutes of decent face time with the husband in the evening to chat up the day’s events.. All this takes effort and planning!”

“And to add to that, Chaz has been working hard at office for a presentation, so has zero contribution towards dish washing and laundry loads these days! The agreement for having a child at this point in our lives was with an understanding to share his responsibility equally and not one person being completely overwhelmed with raising them – in this case it is me!”

Karina did not wait for a goodbye and did not think of the conversation much afterward.. A two line email 15 minutes later from her mother brought guilt and sadness…

Honey, it read, I miss you both each day, every day! I do not want that to happen to you.. I want you to make enough memories with your little ones to last a lifetime.. Love you with all my heart, momma.

That night she did NOT beg Chaz with her usual bedtime sweet talk, “Honey, don’t stimulate his brain, with so much activity on the phone and TV, he will not sleep soon.. Take that damn Iphone away from him!!”

She called her mother, clutching Kyle close to her as he dozed off later, “Mom, I was thinking about what you said.. For Kyle, food and a warm hug seem to make his day! Thank you!”

Kyle - 2009
Kyle – 2009

“We will start having dinner at the table again, just like the old days.. same table, same number of people.. each night! A great chunk of golden memories I made with my sister over food and school..”

Karina’s mother listened, and together they cried, they laughed.. She told her, how she had been a multi-tasker in her own right.. Taking care of her husband’s family of 10 people – the in-laws.. married at 17 with no “online” daughter-in-law help to refer to..

Soon Karina realized that she was a multitasker by virtue of self infliction.. the Meetups, the Facebooks, the blogs, the playgroups, the countless todo lists that I filled her day editing and copying from one to another.. they will have to wait.. Life was just as simple as that.. Kyle comes first.. The demands of her life seemed to evaporate in front of her mother’s genuine life-size situations that she maneuvered through her entire life..

As they talked, she confessed, how embarrassed she was when she opened the envelope that her grandfather gave her as a wedding gift – a cash bundle and a note which read, “All marital problems get resolved in the bedroom, this is the golden rule to bliss.” That day she had felt that she belonged to a family of freaks!! 

“Sweetheart, do you know why you feel so connected with me today?! There are millions of cultures in the world, hundreds of countries with millions of mothers in them – but there is only one feeling like a labor pain and every tear that a mother sheds for laughter or sadness has one thing in common.. – they are ALL salty!”

That was Karina’s mother, even while she struggled with a great set of roller coaster emotions, Karina never found out if she had ever wondered what liposuction was, what the side effects of babies watching too much TV were, or obsessing about how to get rid of her co-sleeping kids from her bed into their own bedrooms – the list was long and exhausting.. The principle she would reveal was as simple as KISS – Keep it simple stupid..

Ha, who would have guessed, Karina had the capability of over-complicating the simplest of math problems in childhood..

Mom pointed out the positive aspects that were common.. A supportive husband who was trying to accommodate and fit in into their ambitious world of love, emotions, aspirations and children.. As the time and space gathered for them at the end of the day dwindled, men have been consistently adapting to women’s changing personalities and outlook and trying to keep up with their own understanding of fulfilling families needs everywhere..

The phone call ended, it was time to start over! Family comes first!

The next day at work, Monday afternoon, she pinged Chaz during one of those 2pm wake-me-up-I-am-so-sleepy-at-work-now chat sessions that they both would automatically tune into.. Something that her mother says she missed during her days, where she had to wait the whole day to keep her father up to date about her day and her thoughts contained for around dinner time and later.. Workplace internet was such a blessing she giggled to herself and enthusiastically started typing..

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kacchao99: Chazzie, soooooooooo, how would you rate last night ;) ;)

a. Mind blowing, woah!!!
b. That was good, we should do this more often.. ;)
c. Nah, not up to the mark.. “

Chaz is idle..

kacchao99: Hello.. BUZZ.. :)

Chaz is now online.

Chaz: Let us talk about everything tonight.

Chaz: I am screen sharing on the projector here at the Headquarters building in downtown. Thanks for your patience.”

kacchao99 is now offline.

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The multi-tasking diva that Karina was, she absentmindedly forgot about the important presentation that Chaz was presenting at the NET Builder 1.2 WebEx Conference, a meet that had attracted 8000 Information Technology professionals from outside of Atlanta.

Without blinking an eyelid, Karina then gathered enough courage to “tear up” her online check lists.. She had perceived them now to be more damaging that she thought they were!

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A woman who believed in “Example is better than precept”… Without my mother, I would be lost.. And without my children my existence would have meant nothing.. Love to my mother who taught me that my boys don’t care where I play ball with them as long as I am there for them and play with them and laugh with them; it doesn’t matter if we are in the house, or in a park, or in a paid admission only play zone in the mall.. or EVEN on an island without food and water..
To you, I promise my love will be without distractions,
Rachana

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And I also have on my mind.. all the wonderful, super, funny, smart, efficient, caring, persevering mothers in my life! With love,
Heart ™

Lord Chesterfield (1694-1773): We are, in truth, more than half what we are by imitation..

Isak Dinesen (pen name of Karen Blixen), author (1885-1962): The cure for anything is salt water — sweat, tears, or the sea.

Watch the incredible spoken word poetess, Sarah Kay at TED 2011:

The things she would tell her daughter if she were to have oneIf I should have a daughter …

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have written about everyone – father, sister, husband, children.. So, when it was time to show my love for the child bearer, I figured what better way than to ask her to scribble a few lines for my humble blog..So, the outcome? The below is written as a mixture of excerpts taken from what my mother wrote for me at my request. To sound every bit like a seasoned writer, I have to mention I have her verbal permission to use her material in the below semi-fiction story.”Mommie.. mommie.. Hot!! Hot!!..” 2 year old Kyle was running while screaming at the top of his lungs at 7:15am in the morning..”Gosh darn it, it is just 7 in the morning Kyle, why don’t you sleep a little longer?? I am sure the baby sitter put you to sleep very early so she could get to doing what she enjoyed doing the most instead of taking care of you! I am sorry Chaz, but I guess no more date nights for us.. I cannot give up my late mornings on the weekends for anything!””Ut-oh Kyle, what have you done..? Yes, yes mommie is hot, but this morning she is hot with temper!” Let’s get out of bed and go to your room while she sleeps a little longer”, Chaz grabbed the hot coffee that Kyle was referring to in my hands and stepped out of the bedroom closing the door behind him still smiling..As day broke that Saturday morning, Karina was hardly in the mood to get up, so she lay in bed and dialed her momma who was 10000 miles away in Bangladesh probably getting ready for dinner..

“Oh mom, what can I tell you, I have started hating weekends now! Kyle cannot seem to sleep past 6:30am and it is a pain my rear end! Mom, we were super excited about our date night yesterday, and felt that it was one that we had truly earned.. We were seriously overwhelmed by the whole diaper changing routines, dishwasher loads, laundry, cleaning, cooking … Uggh.. So, we were so looking forward to it!”

“Yes, yes, of course, we went out, just the two of us, had dinner, and drinks and had a few minutes of quite time for us! Heavenly! But, mom, we crash into reality so hard that I can’t seem to remember how great I was feeling just 12 hours ago!”

“OK, OK, I will try to see the positives.. Thanks, talking to you is a waste of time momma, you will end up taking Kyle’s side anyway.. Bye, I will speak to you later.. You will not understand how demanding my life is! It is just not your generation anymore! Remember mom you got married at 17, so you did not see any life outside of your two girls and your husband..”

“Yeah, yeah, sorry, I meant your two girls, and DADDY! Oh, let me go now, bye!”

“Mother, you are 50, do you know in America, especially in Florida, I hear 87 year old folks driving cars..!! If that is not eye popping news what else is?”

“Have you wondered why you had to hear them on the news? If it was business as usual, I suspect they would be on TV! Hey, I keep forgetting to ask you, have you received any paper greetings this year.. Do you remember you would cut them flowers and quotes out of the post cards and greetings that your father would receive on New Year’s day and make posters out of them?? All that might seem silly to you now, but they were fun days with you and your sister!”

“Oh mom, you should start writing funnies, you are getting better at pulling my leg under the pretense of cracking me up!”

“By the way, do you remember Alicia, Joey’s mom, she rear ended someone on her way back home yesterday evening..! Do you know something, she is ALWAYS on the phone with someone or the other, giggling, never paying attention to Joey while picking up or dropping off that poor guy at school.. Ha, I wonder how that boy gets treated at home?”

“I remember those days when you would wait for me eagerly on the steps outside the front door for me to come back from school.. You would finish eating your snack that I set out on the table that morning and feed your sister and take care of her till I came back!”

“Oh really, that is so sweet mom, but you never had a cell phone in those days when you would come back from school while we waited eagerly for you.. Maybe you would have used it to call and catch up right around the time you headed home.. He he..”

“That would not happen in a million years, you girls and your generation, your priorities are different.. You want to have it all!”

“Mom, BTW, this morning, I was listening to the news and they were talking about a mother who was not able to curb the appetite of a 2 year old Indonesian boy who smokes 40 cigarettes a day.. The media is spinning it in such a way that the mother is helpless and is unable to control the fricking child on her own and is seeking financial assistance to send him to some sort of addiction therapy.. What kind of a mom is she?!”

“Maybe she is trying her best, but what about you, you still working 14 hours a day?! That is not good for you or Kyle, he will miss you and your nurturing!”

“Mom, why does this have to be about me all the time?! How does working and maintaining a blog on the personal front have to be the same as not being responsible and taking care of my own child? You are sympathetic to a stranger who is in Indonesia, but you don’t have that sympathy factor for me..? I can’t carry on a decent conversation with you without you giving me a lecture about how to raise Kyle!”

“Please don’t slam the phone on me Rach, the fact of the matter is I don’t care about that stranger/Indonesian woman and her child as much as I care deeply about you and the wellbeing of my kin..”

“Mom, I know you made a lot of sacrifices for me, but do you know what it takes to be a career woman in this generation? Chores at home, deadlines at work, maintaining a social circle, setting up play groups, having a hobby – writing, and still having a few minutes of decent face time with the husband in the evening to chat up the day’s events.. All this takes effort and planning momma.. you will not get it! Our demands are different, it is not your generation!”

“Chaz has been working hard at office, but has zero contribution towards dishwashing and laundry loads these days! The agreement for having a child at this point in our lives was with an understanding to share his responsibility equally and not one person being completely overwhelmed with raising them – in this case it is me! Of course you don’t seem to care how much pressure I am under!”

That night I did not beg Chaz with my usual bedtime sweet talk, “Honey, don’t stimulate his brain, with so much activity on the phone and TV, he will not sleep soon.. Take that damn Iphone from him!!”

I called my mother, clutching Kyle close to me as he dozed off, “I told her, I will listen to everything she says.. – that I realise, a child does not have any expectations for playdates or movie nights.. food and sleep and one warm hug would make his day; I will not complain about the diapers.. one day he will be gone, it might be a year before I will make his favorite snack; the Facebook friends and the chatting will wait, friends know and understand, if they don’t, they were never friends to begin with!

I will bring everyone to the table for dinner again, just like the old days; we sat together at the same table at the same time with the same number of people every night for dinner – a great chunk of golden memories I made with my sister over food and school..

The next Saturday, I called in the middle of the night for mother.. She listened and we talked for 6 hours nonstop.. She cried, I cried.. She laughed, I laughed.. She told me, how she was multitasker in her own right.. Taking care of my dad’s family of 10 people – brothers, sisters, the inlaws.. at the young age of 17 with no “online” mother help to refer to.. I realised I was a multitasker by virtue of self infliction.. the meetups, the facebooks, the blogs, the playgroups, the countless todo lists that I fill out each day in three customized checklist engines – they will have to wait.. Life was just as simple as that.. Kyle comes first.. The demands of my life seemed to evaporate in front of her genuine lifesize situations that she manuered through her entire life..

It was the best conversations that I ever had with my mom.. And inevitably in the heat of the moment, if you will, she ended up making a few confessions along the way! She ended up telling her how she was embarrased beyond imagination when she opened the envelope that her grandfather gave her on the day she got married, the envelope had cash as a gift for her wedding and a handwritten note which read, “If you seem to be having problems with your future husband, it is not just a saying, but a proven fact that even the toughest of issues get resolved in the bedroom!” That day she had felt that she belonged to a family of freaks!!

Did you realise something, you just spoke like your own “mother” while talking about your Kyle and yourself? How did that happen, remember, every day you complain that I talk like a granny, which of course, I am one.. Ha ha..

Sweetheart, do you know why you feel so connected with me today?! There are millions of cultures, hundreds of countries with millions of mothers in them – but there is only one feeling like a labor pain and every tear that a mother sheds for laughter or sadness has one thing in common.. – they are salty!

That was Karina’s mother, even if she struggled with life and sets of roller coaster emotions, Karina never found out if she had ever wondered what liposuction was, what the side effects of babies watching too much TV were, or obsessing about how to get rid of her co-sleeping kids from her bed into their own bedrooms – what her next course of action was for the coming nights… the list was long and exhausting.. The principle she would reveal was as simple as KISS – Keep it simple stupid.. Ha, who would have guessed, Karina had the capability of overcomplicating the simplest of math problems in childhood..

As mom and she talked into the afternoon, she told her what they as women and mothers shared further in common.. A supportive husband who was trying to accommodate and fit in into our ambitious world of love, emotions, aspirations and children.. As the time and space gathered for them at the end of the day dwindled, men have been consistently adapting to women’s changing personalities and outlook and trying to keep up with their own understanding of fulfilling families needs everywhere..

The phone call ended, but mother gave Karina a renewed sense of purpose for life in general.. Everything would wait, but not precious time with family she made her realise..

The next morning Karina pinged Chaz during one of those 2pm wake-me-up-I-am-so-sleepy-at-work-now sessions.. Something that her mother says she missed during her days, where she had to wait the whole day to keep her father up to date about her day and her thoughts contained for around dinner time and later..

She enthusiastically opened a Messenger window and started typing..

Chaz, soooooooooo, how would you rate last night ;) ;)

a. Mind blowing, woah

b. Thanks, this is good, we should do this more often..

c. Nah, not up to the mark

Hello.. BUZZ..:)

Let us talk about everything tonight, I am screen sharing at the NET Builder 1.2 WebEx Conference here at the Headquarters building in downtown this afternoon..

Thanks for your patience.

If you educate a man you educate a person, but if you educate a woman, you educate a family.

Without my mother, I would be lost.. Even now.. And without my children my existence would have meant nothing..
Love to my mother who taught me that my boys don’t care where I play ball with them as long as I touch them and play with them and laugh with them; it doesn’t matter if we in the house, or we are in a park, or we are on an island without food, or we are in paid admission play zone..

And a woman who believed in “Example is better than precept”.

To you, I promise my love will be without distractions,

And I write while having all the wonderful, super, funny, smart, efficient, caring, persevering mothers in my life on my mind!
Love,
Heart

Lord Chesterfield (1694-1773): We are, in truth, more than half what we are by imitation..

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  1. What a wonderful way to start my day. Some salty tears are here on the keyboard, enjoying your sweet memories, and savoring then some of my own. The Cheserfield quote is wonderful – and a new one for me. I’ll mfile that one away. It’s sort of a promise and a warning (or threat! :-D) So few parents think about that, but it’s so true. Wish I believed that I was more than 1/2 my mother! Unfortunately (and sometimes, perhaps, fortunately), children don’t imitate their parents only! I am also reminded of another quote that my husband told me about years and years ago. The author is lost in my memory somewhere, but it was said by a great educator sometime, I believe, in the 19th century. Perhaps it was Horace Bucknell, but I’m not sure. I don’t remember the exact quote, but it says, in effect, “The odor of the home is in the child’s clothing.”

    We all carry within and upon us an imprint of our home. Looks to me like you have a wonderful imprint upon you. One that your own children will carry on, altered with your own “brand” superimposed on it, as your parents’ were upon theirs.

    Lucky you! Thanks, Heart, for your lovely retelling of some of your story.

    • A great post Rachana, mixes the problems of work, love and family and presents a reason as to why you need a balance of all three to pull it off. The comfort portrayed by the mother figure represents the “shoulder” to the main character when things are out of balance. Like with most fictional writings, it’s hard to differentiate between the fantasy and the reality, but considering what i know of you, it seems this post really hits home for you in one way or another. Your mother is lovely and know how important she is, she will always be your PAS (Phone-associated shoulder) and one day you may need to play that role for your children some day, so keep the lessons you learn and the ones passed on to you with you always for the “in case of vulnerability, break barrier” moments.

      • Mojo, if I tell you that you sound wise beyond your years, I fear I will appear condescending.. So, I won’t say that but I hope you appreciate that the intent is to say your comment is very profound! Thank you.. Yes, striking a balance is kind of hard, I have learnt slowly that priorities should keep rotating based on the situation and the time, and as always the well being of immediate family is the key.. How else will one save the world when the family is at stake? Mommy asks me all the time.. :) I like the word PAS, yes, she is definitely one for me, because of our long distance relationship, if you will, and she makes sure she is literally that phone call away for her daughters.. I hope to keep the lessons I learn on paper (online) this way, so when I am confused about important things in life, I can always look back about how I felt about technology and family at one point in my life.. :)
        Thanks for the review Mojo.. You are always kind!
        Rachana.

    • Paula, thank you for reading and the great inputs..! I can see that you relate to me when I read your comment.. I agree, everyone has their own brand way of raising their own kids, along with the imitation that they do! I often wonder if it is because of the presumption that I can do better than my mother or because I am just adapting myself and equipping my kids with the changing generations and our ways of life… ?!
      The odor of the home is in the child’s clothing.. I will keep that with me for a long time.. Both literally and figuratively..
      Thanks!
      Rachana.

  2. Beautiful writing and gorgeous photo’s, Rachana! Your posts ooze heart, always. Thank you for the special reminder of priorities…I’m off to share dinner with Dave now :-)

    • Thank you Naomi! Since you vouched for the pictures, I will say they must be pretty darn good ;) Thank you for making time to check me out! I am trying to write some humor – but the heart part seems to prevail.. I am glad to hear that it is omnipresent on my site..! Wishing you many more shared dinners with you-know-who :)
      Rachana.

  3. Thoroughly enjoyed this approach to family, Rachana – and especially those photos of gorgeous, shining eyes!

    The ever present anchor – mom – who shares salty tears with every mom that was, is and will be. Wouldn’t it be merciful is most of them were from laughter.

    Speaking of laughter, what a conversation in the last scene.

    Rachana – did you actually do that? Fess up!!

    • Mind blowing comment Amy! ;) Ha ha.. So, if this was supposed to be a trick question, there can be no direct answer to it! Figments of dreams can leave a lot of scope for a spectrum of interpretations.. To each his own! So, I would still like my reader(s) in you to keep guessing! :)
      I agree, you are right! So, maybe if there are happy mothers everywhere, it might be a happy world?!
      Have a great evening Amy and thanks for checking!
      Rachana

  4. I guess life is a bit like juggling.
    All those priority lists, task lists, etc. – I know what you are talking about.
    And if you are a freelancer, things can get really complicated (although most people seem to think differently)…
    Family first though, we work to live – we don’t live to work.

    • Timo, I think I will keep juggling and just worry about that ball that in my hand at any given time.. See, I am already thinking clearly.. :)
      You know, when I work from home sometimes, I have to be twice as organized on those days – clean up the home, create the ambiance, set time for everything etc etc..
      So, I think that is what Freelancing does to a person.. Because you did not choose to be tied down to an office rigor, you have to put in that extra effort to create and organize that “empty cube” all by yourself! And that needs a lot of dedication and discipline… which I think is applaudable!!
      Thanks for reading Timo,
      Rachana.

  5. Hey Rachana! Great take on family. It keeps us busy, crazy and yet grounded if that makes any sense!! I am not a mother yet, but I admire the superwoman powers every woman seems to posses when they become one. Writing about mothers is very reflective, and I think you have done a excellent job of balances the reflection and the present.

    • Hey Lisa, hope your Ecology, wasn’t it, class is over and out!! Or are you planning on getting a PhD in it?! ;) Over the weekend, I met a friend of mine who is a recent mother – first born – the dexterity, the adept with which she took care of her 6 week infant floored me completely!! But I, a superwoman.. ? My 6 year old will be excited to hear that and will look for my cape wondering if I hid it somewhere.. Oh well, that is a good thing, it will keep him occupied at least for a little bit :P
      Thanks for the review, I hope I filled you with some thrilling nostalgia with this reading experience.. !
      Rachana.

  6. What this post is, is “rich” with life. Isn’t it amazing how we all manage to have to learn our own lessons? Isn’t it amazing we have Moms that know that? Thank-you Rachana. I always find it a thrill to read about Moms. It makes sense out of the nonsense we all face.

    • …Moms “already” know that and everything! Yes Leslie, I have a few very close friends who do not have mother(s).. I see the longing for that person in your life doesn’t seem to go away no matter how much happiness other avenues of their lives give.. ! That is an important lesson for me personally, to realize her significance and imprint on my life..
      Leslie, thanks for the encouragement and I am grateful for your time..
      Rachana.

  7. Love the dialogs! ;-) As I was reading (and re-reading!) I felt my imagination filling in scenes in the background as I was trying to picture the faces end emotions of those talking … knowing how much you love mixing reality and fiction I will restrain myself from making assumptions about what have you and have you not done! LOL

    Btw, I am curious if the date to post this was intentional? Exactly one year from your post about your kids ;-)

    • He he.. Kima, in the best interest of the blog and keeping in mind human psyche’s need for story spoilers, I will let you use your best guess here :)
      But, then you know me!! So, I am sure you will arrive at the correct answer.. ;)
      Hey, thanks for pointing out the coincidence in the dates.. I did not figure it out until you mentioned it.. Now, there seems to be a significance and relationship between the posts.. :))
      Hope you have started enjoying all the perks for a freshly minted Canadian.. :)
      Good wishes and thanks so much for stopping by!!
      Rachana.

  8. Scent of my heart January 23, 2011 — 4:33 am

    I like your stories Rachana, there’s always great message in them, something I, as not being a mother yet, could learn from! The pictures are very cute, little, sweet baby!
    Thank you for sharing with us. Be well and happy!

    • Blaga, thanks for reading! Sorry for the delayed response, have been under the weather lately – so the blog is also a part of my life that is affected as a result! I am glad you liked the story – there might be a day in the future when you will appreciate the context of the story in its entirety and relate to it more :D
      Thank you for the support!

  9. Rachana,
    This really tugged at my heart as it was motherhood and reality and work and your (my) struggle to do all with balance. For me, this was about our connectedness.

    • Tammy, thanks for your time and reading “our” story! I struggle daily looking for the essence of the balance in everything I do.. There is the middle ground, some compromises and a huge effort later, I get there at the end of each day.. What more is there to say – from your 2010 pictures, I know you have done it all yourself ;)
      Sorry for the delayed response, lately I have been under the weather..
      Thank you,
      Rachana.

  10. Hi Rachana! Just stopping by, wondering where you have been. I see you were sick… wishing you well :)

    • Lisa, thanks for the cheers.. I was feeling like living in a well, but your comment has sure brought me out.. :)
      Hope you are doing well, and I promise to make my visits and writing schedules much more predictable going forward.
      Thanks and good day,
      Rachana.

  11. Missing you! Well wishes, Rachana!

    • Thanks so much Leslie!! I am truly grateful for the inspiration your words give me, appreciate your visit from the bottom of my heart.. A new post in the next two days and a new schedule in the near future are coming up.. I am working diligently to come up with a predictable approach so my readers know what to expect! Thank you for your readership!
      Rachana.

  12. Hi Rachana,

    I read this one many many times and love it !!

    • FonZ! Thank you for your kind words, you have always been there, it will be a year soon since I have known you and you started reading my blog.. My first subscriber, to you, I bow! :)
      A new post in the next two days and a new schedule in the near future are coming up.. I am working diligently to come up with a predictable approach so my readers know what to expect! Thank you for your readership!
      Rachana.

  13. Just stopping by to see how you are doing. I am missing your writing and so grateful you took the time to stop by my blog. Looking forward to new writings :)

    • Lisa, thanks for your words of encouragement, thank you soooooo much!! It feels amazing to read what you wrote, I appreciate the kind feedback. I wish to publish in the next couple of days and would like to dedicate that piece of work to you..!! :) Thanks for stopping by, hope you are writing down your thoughts too! I sometimes find myself thinking, if we are both made up of the same mold??
      He he..
      Rachana.

  14. Just to let you know, as a former WordSalad subscriber/regular visitor, I have now switched over to the Self-Hosted version of WP and my link has changed to

    http://lukepraterswordsalad.com/

    There are many options for subscribing to the new one (your old subscription is no longer valid for it) – email sign-up, Google Friend Connect, RSS, Twitter follow, etc, which are all to be found on my sidebar (R-hand side). The entire contents of he blog have been migrated, including the old posts, which you may be interested in, and of course the images that go with them (also comments). Many thanks indeed,

    Luke @ WordSalad

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