All you really need to love.

“Big black eyes and tiny nose,

I love you down to your toes.”

I hummed my daughter’s favourite rhyme while waiting at the Clinic. Nirav had finished his appointment and Anne, his therapist came out the swinging doors.

“He’s doing so well, Pavi! Did y-”

“Anne, I’m worried!”


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Girls and boys and all that noise!

In a curious case of reverse gender inequality, often new moms wonder this: Why is it considered acceptable to say “we want a baby girl”, or even “gender doesn’t matter”. If one wants a baby boy, is it still taboo to express that?
Before I speak any further, I’m putting out a big disclaimer. No disrespect intended and I don’t mean to trample on anyone’s voice. I’m also trying very hard not to soapbox, and I hope you can see that.

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Except for these.

The sepia sunlight of a summer evening. Birds twittering, squirrels scampering. Acres of green grass, broken by a dozen giggly faces. One more whoosh down the slide. One last round on the seesaw before dinner and a bath.
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Amma, can I play tag? Hey friend, want to race me to the swing? Wow, a beetle! Oh, look it’s moving! Amma, can she come home with us? A hundred breathless questions, faster than light
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Tires squealing, the air awash with goodbyes. Squeaky promises to meet again. Grubby hands and tired yawns. Laughter, tears and every emotion in between.
There are no perfect moments. Except for these.

Will the magic still be there tomorrow? They don’t care. In that cold arc of air, at the top of the swing, there’s only the beauty of the now. Hearts worn on sleeves, pure and beautiful, my children see a bigger truth than I can.
That there are no perfect moments. Except for these.


This human completely approves of her Therapuppy©️ (therapy + Puppy).

Whether it’s battling big feelings, anxiety or whatever’s floating in my soup for the day, Minnie always, always knows how to bring me down. A flash of her pink tongue, a kiss, the occasional belly rub. I breathe in her fuzzy head, and the world seems brighter.

She’s feisty and bossy and sheds like a champion. But by God, she’s the best thing that’s happened to me all year!