Mom Life: Where Chaos and Cuteness Collide!

I am writing this blog while being covered with food stains and half drenched pajama. It all started when I was, feeling all accomplished because I decided to make this fancy multigrain atta panjiri for my munchkin. And let me tell you, she loved it so much she practically licked the plate clean! Cue the proud mom moment.

But then, nothing lasts forever, and my adorable little tornado decided to turn the tables on me. With a mischievous grin, she grabbed the bowl and, before I could say "panjiri," she splashed it everywhere! I'm talking a full-blown panjiri explosion, folks. It was on me, on her, on the sofa, on the floor...you name it, panjiri was there. Ladies and Gentlemen, my daughter made a panjiri castle and crowned me the queen.

Now, normally, I'd laugh it off. But oh no, not yesterday. Nope, yesterday was one of those days. The kind where you just get agitated with any thing and everythin, with lethal combination of exhaustion and hormones running into my veins (PMS, anyone?).

So, there I was, standing in the middle of my panjiri-covered living room, and tears rolling down my cheeks as if panjiri caused a bullet wound. I had just cleaned the house a couple of minutes ago and I felt defeated, in a minutes time, my mind went from being a confident proud mom to a mother questioning her parenting skills. I actually ended up wondering if I was ever supposed to be a mother.

But just when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, my little tsunami did the sweetest thing ever. With her tiny little hands, she reached out and gently wiped away my tears and said "maa loo nahi" (mum don't cry). And in that moment, amidst the chaos and the mess, I couldn't help but thank God. Atleast my 18 months old baby had a better EQ than me.

Because nobody has the guts to say this about being a mother: you are not born a mother, you learn to be one. Motherhood changes you, it is so chaotic, crazy, makes you wonder if you need an asylum but man, is it fulfilling. Sure, there are days when you feel like you're barely holding it together, and things seemed to be calling apart, but then your kid does something so ridiculously cute or absurdly funny that you can't help but crack a smile and feel a rush of gratitude.

So, to all the fellow moms out there knee-deep in chaos, I say this: Embrace it. Embrace the mess, embrace the madness, and above all, embrace the hilarity of it all. Because one day, we'll have a clean house but these little feet would not be there to mess it up.

And hey, if all else fails, just remember: panjiri washes out. But the memories of these precious, messy moments? Those are here to stay. So here's to the joy, the laughter, and yes, even the panjiri explosions. After all, it's all part of the wild and wonderful adventure of motherhood!