Motherhood Unfiltered: From Eye-Rolls to Heartfelt Moments

Woohoo! it’s the weekend! Oh, wait… I’m a mom! 

Being a badass millennial mom, especially with a 9-year-old in tow, is like conducting a circus with a demanding ringmaster who also happens to be your offspring. It’s a daily performance filled with unexpected plot twists, costume changes, and plenty of snacking – either nibbling or gobbling. From deciphering the latest reel trends to mastering the art of alpha generation lingo, we pull it off with such an ease that we deserve to be celebrated every day and not just once in a year! And let’s not forget the endless negotiations over screen time, bedtime, and whether or not dudhi or gajar halwa can be considered a legitimate dessert. But amidst the chaos and the occasional meltdown we navigate the parenting journey with love, laughter, and a healthy dose of sarcasm.

Oh yeah, posing for the cam is mandatory 😉

As Mother’s Day approaches, I find myself pondering upon the ups and downs of motherhood, especially with a 9-year-old daughter who has practically mastered the art of sarcasm. So, in honour of this occasion, here’s my open letter to her where I share some heartfelt reflections on the rollercoaster ride we call parenting, sprinkled with a generous pinch of sarcasm.

Let’s talk about the sleepless nights. Remember those? Oh, how I cherish those moments of you waking me up at 3 a.m. because you had a nightmare about unicorns stealing your toys. Well, darling, let me tell you, I had nightmares too. Nightmares about never getting a full night’s sleep again.

Remember all those times when I asked you to clean your room? Yeah, I’m still waiting for that miracle to happen. It’s like living in the world of Harry Potter, and waiting for some wizard to unleash it’s super powers. 

Lastly, the stationary items lying in every corner of the house, and yet I having to run errands  every time the school announces some activity because inspite of having every item, we never find anything handy when needed. We only find it after the activity is over and, we have ended up purchasing a new item – may it be any basic stationary item or decorative items for your art and craft.

But despite the chaos and the occasional urge to lock myself in the bathroom and pretend I’m at a spa, I wouldn’t change a single thing about being your mom. Because every tantrum, every mess, and every “Mommy, watch this!” moment reminds me that I’m the luckiest mom in the world.

So here’s to you, my little hurricane of joy. Thank you for keeping me on my toes, keeping me laughing, and making me feel endlessly grateful for the privilege of being your mom!

I love you, my sugarplum 😘♥️. Keep soaring high and shining bright 🌻✨🧿.