Growing up, the first meal I cooked was when I was about 12 years old. As I started adulting, I’ve realised cooking is a major life-skill. I promised myself that I wouldn’t ever say no if V wanted to help out in the kitchen as a child. I could never cook when she was asleep, and I remember the early days when I would wear her in my sling and continue my chores. At about 9 months she gravitated towards the kitchen on her own. I think the shiny, steel vessels or different vegetables drew her.
At about 9 months she wanted “work” and set about sorting the onions from the garlic. By one year she was comfortably peeling the skin off onions and mashing potatoes, gleefully. With Opos cooking, cooking together has just become very natural.
While cleaning out the medicine cabinet over the weekend, I chanced upon the amber coloured folic acid tablet strips. I used to religiously pop them before baby V happened. One of the first things we did once we decided to have a baby, was, to up our healthy lifestyle game. This included me starting my folic acid tablets, because, that is what everyone recommends, no?- to have them regularly, atleast 6 months before conception, right through the first trimester. Of course, all this self care happened before I stepped into motherhood.
But I remember doing a little bit of research and feeling amazed that these tiny tablets of Vitamin B did so much good. At a glance, here is a tiny summary of my research back then
Did you know that in mystic thought forty symbolizes the ascent from one level to a higher one and spiritual awakening? When we mourn we mourn for forty days. When a baby is born it takes forty days for him to get ready to start life on earth. And when we are in love we need to wait for forty days to be sure of our feelings
Eli Shafak, The Fort Rules of Love
I have always wanted to write about our breastfeeding journey, but it has been too personal a bond, that writing about it seemed like sacrilege. However, after 40 days, today I feel differently.
At the outset, let me clarify that this post isn’t intended to belittle any parent’s personal choice about weaning-when and how. That is a personal choice every parent makes. It isn’t intended to make anyone feel superior or horrible about how long or short a time one breastfed for.… Click to read the rest “Gentle-weaning my toddler”