They say child care is the hardest profession, and up until now I didn’t believe that. Boy did I learn it was true, the hard way (pun intended)! For starters, I was the quintessential single woman, staying with parents of course, but well un-attached at the very least. I got to work full time, arrive home when I pleased, hang out with friends, invite friends over for brunch and have mom cook of course! You get the drift, I was freedom personified. And don’t get me wrong, I am not saying having a child stripped me off my freedom, but admittedly kids do tie you down, in a pleasant fulfilling sort of way 
Well, post marriage, my life underwent a marked change. Relocation, new country, new friends, new culture, and most definitely having to learn how to get to ‘that mall’ or ‘this great restaurant’. And then almost immediately I had Shashank. Which meant, a lot less time to even get out of home to bother trying that ‘great hangout’! But then with so much to do it hardly matters; I have no time to get bored, and when I find a breather I surf or write freelance.
Which brings me to the reason I thought blogging was the greatest idea, after the wheel of course! Well, Shashank often makes my day, by coming up with an absolutely delightful antic, an uproarious giggle after he does something very naughty, or sometimes mouthing a syllable here and there that sounds like he is saying give it to me momma (it goes like this ‘tha tha ma ma’; tha in Tamil means ‘give’, and ma of course signifies moi). And he gives me the most exhausting workouts, chasing him around the house, or as he makes it to the trash despite my watchful gaze. So here goes, my blissful journey of being a mom, with all its turmoil and tribulations.
