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| Cloud Gazing: On our way back from LA. Monday May 12th 2014 |
Growing up in India we never dedicated a day to thank our mothers. It was my first mother's day as a mother and daughter as my mother was with us this year. It was in a way like any other day with one exception. Akira had just started saying "ma, ma, maaamme" early Saturday morning. I'm not sure if he has the ability to associate these words or if they are just his first sounds. Does it matter?
Being a mom is like being on an adventure everyday. I can admit without hesitation that I missed my old life. Who wouldn't? All that sleep and time! I remember feeling caught between my two lives. Motherhood for me has been a metamorphosis connecting me to a new self.
Akira is my light.
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