'I also thought his mother went away because he gave her the courage to go.' - this piece is such a shining testament to your relationship, Charulatha! And to all the pulls and tugs of being a working mother that you speak to. Thank you for telling this story.
Amazing!! Loved it!! We don't have enough going around on adult kids. I chuckled at the parenting being a verb bit....sometimes I listen to a parenting podcast and LOL about how I never did or even thought about absolutely anyyyyyyy of the things they speak about. Mine is 26 and she also brought herself up quietly building blocks and colouring, bang in the middle of all sorts of grown ups😁😁
To be honest - I learn a lot from parenting podcasts and some things get sorted in my head twenty five years after they should have perhaps, but better late than never, I say!
This was such a heartwarming read, Charulatha; thank you for sharing. I read it last night and had to return today to say that this kept calling out to me: All that was buzzing in my head was “Where is this voice coming from?”
Cheers on admitting to a mother's natural shortcomings while celebrating her voice of courage too. Not an easy balance to strike and you did it so delicately, so beautifully!
Please start writing that memoir; you have a truckload of experiences in life and a mellow coated craft of writing things that might be termed as 'unpopular opinion,' (as they say on social media now). Best wishes to your son, he's a good one :)
Charulatha, your writing voice, like your speaking voice is soothing. It softens the harsh edges, as it gently drives through the sands of time to reveal the glittering moments of love and connection.
You have seen the raw form of this essay in its first draft- I struggled with this over many iterations and trashed all of them and finally this one emerged. The words come of their own accord ; I lie in wait for them. It teaches me patience. And I so value your responses. 🌺
'I also thought his mother went away because he gave her the courage to go.' - this piece is such a shining testament to your relationship, Charulatha! And to all the pulls and tugs of being a working mother that you speak to. Thank you for telling this story.
So appreciate your kind comment Deepika. Thank you for reading and responding
Ahh! What a gorgeous essay💛 So heartwarming! And, your epitaph has my heart 🌻
Thank you Sanskriti .
Truly, I have realised that my most uninhibited enthusiastic conversations are with my son. Thank you for reading
Amazing!! Loved it!! We don't have enough going around on adult kids. I chuckled at the parenting being a verb bit....sometimes I listen to a parenting podcast and LOL about how I never did or even thought about absolutely anyyyyyyy of the things they speak about. Mine is 26 and she also brought herself up quietly building blocks and colouring, bang in the middle of all sorts of grown ups😁😁
I am so glad it made you chuckle - I have been told more than once I should 'lighten up'. Thank you for reading.
To be honest - I learn a lot from parenting podcasts and some things get sorted in my head twenty five years after they should have perhaps, but better late than never, I say!
To our children. Who reflect us. As much as they force us to grow.
Cheers.
This was so moving to read, Charulatha. Thank you for writing .
This was such a heartwarming read, Charulatha; thank you for sharing. I read it last night and had to return today to say that this kept calling out to me: All that was buzzing in my head was “Where is this voice coming from?”
Cheers on admitting to a mother's natural shortcomings while celebrating her voice of courage too. Not an easy balance to strike and you did it so delicately, so beautifully!
Thank you so much for reading rereading and writing in. Very grateful
Your words draw the people & emotions you write about. Beautiful.
Thank you for consistently reading and encouraging me to write.
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This is so beautiful! I have a 20 year old son, similarly wise, who reads me and calms me like no one else can. How did we get so lucky?
Let us not forget whose sons they are. They are luckier. Thank you so much for reading. Very best wishes to your lad
Please start writing that memoir; you have a truckload of experiences in life and a mellow coated craft of writing things that might be termed as 'unpopular opinion,' (as they say on social media now). Best wishes to your son, he's a good one :)
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That was lovely, especially the last line, it made me smile because my son is just waiting to tower over me (literally and figuratively:))!
We feed them well done not? 🌻
You effortlessly narrated what most mothers feel about their children but seldom end up expressing it! Never put your pen down, Kakima.
Such a heartfelt note. Whew! And as Natasha says - you have a way to soften the harsh edges. Loved it and I'm so moved.
Thank you Karthik.
Charulatha, your writing voice, like your speaking voice is soothing. It softens the harsh edges, as it gently drives through the sands of time to reveal the glittering moments of love and connection.
I want to write with her too!!! :((
You have seen the raw form of this essay in its first draft- I struggled with this over many iterations and trashed all of them and finally this one emerged. The words come of their own accord ; I lie in wait for them. It teaches me patience. And I so value your responses. 🌺
*Sieves through the sands of time
So beautiful!
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