I am what they call a ‘go-getter’ — the kind of Type-A girl who has a timeline in her head of what her life will look like in the next five years. Four years of high school, four years of undergrad, one year of teacher’s college, and I should be teaching. And, that’s exactly howContinue reading “Babe in the City”
Category Archives: Motherhood
Stories
There’s always that one story. The one childhood story your parents tell over and over. You’ve heard every minute and vivid detail of the story and you’re not sure if it’s a memory of your own or one that’s been implanted as a result of sheer repetition. For me, it’s a story about my toddler days —Continue reading “Stories”
Ten Minutes
Last month, my son dropped his morning nap. It happened too suddenly (for me) and it took (me) some time to adjust. His afternoon nap time was up in the air — one day at 11AM, the next day at 1PM. One particularly strange day, he didn’t go down until 2PM and slept an epicContinue reading “Ten Minutes”
This Mother’s Day All I Want to Say is… I’m Sorry
Last year, it was my first Mother’s Day as a mom. My son was six months old at the time and I was just so incredibly exhausted. I wanted to fall to my mother’s feet and say, I get it. I finally understood why Mother’s Day wasn’t just a silly Hallmark holiday — it represented so much more. TheContinue reading “This Mother’s Day All I Want to Say is… I’m Sorry”
Dear Cashier
It will be a quick trip to the grocery store, I think. I’ve got time before dinner. I’ll pick up a few essentials and be on my way. I peek over the top of the stroller and watch the little guy munching contently on a snack. Perfect. Milk — check. Crackers — check. Tomatoes — he looksContinue reading “Dear Cashier”
How My Son Taught Me to Walk
I want to say hurry up. I want to say we’re getting late, and my already lengthy ‘to-do’ list isn’t getting any shorter. I want to tell him that it’s just a rock he’s been staring at for the last 2 minutes, and that there isn’t anything special about it. But, then I see the lookContinue reading “How My Son Taught Me to Walk”
The Joy of Sleeplessness
Every morning, my husband and I engage in the most unromantic of pillow talk conversations: who’s getting up with the baby. I have a history of bad luck when it comes to winning contests. This is the one exception. Nearly every morning, my name is pulled out of the metaphorical hat. I have the goodContinue reading “The Joy of Sleeplessness”
The End of March
As February turned to March, my mind is flooded with memories of this time last year. The end of March is not a birthday or anniversary that I have been celebrating for years; it is a first anniversary. This time last year, my husband had accepted a job offer in San Francisco. I developed anContinue reading “The End of March”
In the Shadows
Doggies are king in my home these days. “Dada,” my son calls them. Whether it’s a fussy diaper change or refusal to wear his pants, all it takes is a reminder that we can’t go out and play with the doggies without either, and, instantly, I’ll see his eyes light up. We’ll be out theContinue reading “In the Shadows”
He’s Nothing Like Me
There are certain things in life where the truth is better left unsaid. And, if you absolutely must say something, you lie. Plain and simple. “Your baby looks nothing like you!” is one of those things. If you catch me on a good day, I will politely smile while mentally slapping you across the face. On aContinue reading “He’s Nothing Like Me”
Anjali Joshi 