The Spawn Turns Four

Four years ago today, I had a bundle of joy placed in my arms – and I had no idea what to do with it. Turns out, all you need to do with a new born is cloth, feed, and change her diaper.

The real parenting starts later – when they learn to say no, gleefully (and purposely) do the exact opposite of what you tell them to, and realize that giving random hugs, saying I love you out of the blue, and gifting oodles of art work can make amma forgive even the biggest of blunders.

Happy Birthday Z. You’re the child I wouldn’t wish on my worst enemy – not because you’re a hooligan (which you are) but because I love you too much and cannot imagine life without you 

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