Little Thoughts.

The alarm blares, jolting me awake from the comfort of slumber. As I groggily open my eyes, the reality of another busy morning rushes in like a tidal wave. It's the familiar routine of office days for my husband, and the responsibility falls on my shoulders to ensure everything runs smoothly before he heads out the door. But in the midst of the chaos, I find myself grappling with an overwhelming sense of pressure, juggling multiple roles and responsibilities that seem to pull me in every direction. The morning madness begins in earnest as I stumble out of bed and into the whirlwind of activity. There are lunches to pack, breakfasts to prepare, and kids to get ready for school. Each task demands my attention, leaving little room for error or delay. And yet, as I move through the motions, I can't shake the feeling of being stretched too thin, of teetering on the edge of exhaustion as I try to keep up with the demands of the day. Perhaps it's the weight of additional responsi...

In the quiet moments of a Saturday night, as the world outside slumbered peacefully, a tender exchange unfolded between a mother and her young son. It was a simple moment, yet filled with the sweetness and sincerity that only a child's love can bring. As I sat by my son Shivaansh's bedside, preparing to bid him goodnight, a soft voice broke the silence of the room. "Maa," he whispered, his sleepy eyes gazing up at me with an earnestness that touched my heart. "I like you when you open your hair and wear that floral dress. You look so beautiful, Mom." In that moment, time seemed to stand still as I absorbed the warmth of his words. His innocent admiration filled me with a sense of pure joy and gratitude. For in his simple declaration, I felt a deep connection to the bond we shared, rooted in love and appreciation for one another. As a mother, it's easy to become consumed by the busyness of life, to overlook the small moments that make it all worthwhile. B...

  In the gentle ebb and flow of everyday life, there are moments that illuminate the beauty of innocence and the resilience of love. One such moment unfolded in our home, a tender reminder of the profound lessons we learn from the smallest of mishaps. It began with a simple purchase—a colorful balloon, vibrant and buoyant, promising hours of joy and laughter. My 5-year-old son, Shivaansh, clutched it tightly as we made our way home from the market, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. Little did we know that this humble balloon would soon become the centerpiece of a heartwarming lesson in love and forgiveness. As Shivaansh eagerly carried the balloon to his room, excitement brimming in his heart, I unknowingly switched on the fan, setting into motion a chain of events that would change the course of our evening. With a sudden burst of air, the balloon met its untimely demise, leaving Shivaansh in tears as he watched his beloved treasure deflate before his eyes. "Why did you switc...

In the gentle rhythms of everyday life, there are moments that unfold like delicate petals, revealing the depth of love and connection that binds us together. One such moment unfolded before my eyes, a testament to the enduring bond between a mother and her child. I'll never forget the day when my son, Shivaansh, came to me with tears streaming down his cheeks, his tiny heart heavy with sorrow. His beloved friend had committed an unintentional act of carelessness, cutting a piece of paper that held a precious photograph of mine. The pain etched on Shiv's face was palpable, his grief a mirror to the depths of his tender soul. As I held him close, soothing his tears with whispered words of comfort, my own heart ached with empathy. In that moment, I realized the profound impact our love has on our children, shaping their tender hearts and guiding them through life's inevitable trials. And though I longed to mend his broken heart, I knew that healing would take time, patience, ...

  In the beautiful chaos of motherhood, where each day brings new challenges and surprises, there exists a profound lesson nestled within the pages of Spencer Johnson's timeless classic, "Who Moved My Cheese?" As a mother of two toddlers, I've found myself reflecting on the parallels between the allegorical tale and the journey of parenthood, where change is the only constant and adaptation becomes our greatest strength. In Johnson's tale, we meet four characters, each navigating a maze in search of cheese, their symbol of happiness and fulfilment. Similarly, as mothers, we embark on our own maze-like journey, seeking balance, joy, and fulfilment amidst the twists and turns of raising young children. The mice, Sniff and Scurry, embody the essence of adaptability, instinctively moving forward in search of new cheese when their old source runs dry. How often do we find ourselves channeling their spirit as we navigate the ever-changing landscape of parenthood? With e...