Another one bites the dust

I see people in three categories....those who love to fill pages with words like yours truly, those who write in monosyllables (the lesser said about them the better...pun intended) and those who don't really fall into either of these groups. I have always had love for words...the more the merrier I say! So blogging for me should be the next step in evolution. So why not join the blogging brigade and atempt to rediscover myself outside of pen and paper and 'dear dairy' notes.

There is always so much to say about so much. So instead of focusing on things around me and near me. I decided that I shall dedicate these blogs to my one true achievement. Becoming a mother. So what is the big deal in becoming a mother you say! We all have a mother in some form or factor and most of us women go through this experience so what is so different about mine?

Aha! that is one question I am asking myself time and time again. Its not so much about becoming a mom as its about keeping your sense of humor alive while playing the infamous role of one. Its only been 7 months since my baby came into this world and already I am a different person. I measure every thing in how long it takes and whether its worth doing or not. Life has become a constant list of things to do.

And yet there is something strangely satifying about this experience. Besides the whole magic of bringing a new life into this world and taking care of the cutest thing alive. Its the whole leap forward into becoming the 'previous generation', from a daughter to a mother and letting someone else become the sole reason for your existence.

Granted most days I just manage to drag myself out of the bed...still looking half sleep when I get into my car to drive to work and making a mental list of things to do as soon as I get home. And then the same drill the next day...sometimes it feels like being stuck in an infinite loop of things....and then again when you hear...'oh what a pretty smile...gosh such big eyes...such a happy baby!' your heart melts and your forget about the mornings when in all the rush to get to work on time you burn food in the microwave and forget to put a bib on your baby while feeding her and everything just seems to fall apart....but you only remember the waking up to find little hands pulling on your face and the funniest face your baby makes at the breakfast table when she eats her cereal.

Yep! being a mom is definitly a very satisfying experience and its something to blog about