The Mommy Connection

About five years ago, I became a mom. I know people say that you become a mom once you are pregnant, and I did everything I could to take care of my baby when he was inside me, but I think I really became a mom when he was born. Because being a mom is so much more than taking care, eating the right food, avoiding standing in front of the microwave and starting to dream for my baby and love him. The body’s almost miraculous and amazing journey through pregnancy and then labor and the emotions that crest and trough with the hormones, the union of mind and body that creates a separate little individual, so unique, so different, yet so connected to you forever – thats what made me a mother.

When I saw him for the first time, crying at the shock of our world, he looked so different. Not like me or my husband but like himself. Yet when they put him on my stomach, he was quiet, abruptly. He looked at me ‘I know you. You are my mommy’ and I knew then I was part of something bigger than myself. Being a mom and a parent.

Though I was nervous about cleaning mecomium and driving him back home, deep in me was a new found confidence. If I could do this… I felt somewhere in my body …..I can take care of him.

And strangely enough, I started noticing something different about myself beyond the baby fat and baby. It was almost like I was part of a club. Moms with strollers at the coffee shop, families playing in the park, even the exquisitely dressed lady getting out at work with a tell tale car seat in her Beamer. We were all in on a secret.

I suddenly had things to talk about to men and women that I really cared about. I was no longer talking about my latest yoga class or diet modification (no more eating for two :)) or weekend getaway. I was proudly talking about my son, and his development and getting ideas and experiences from others. I loved it.

Over the years, that has only grown. I have made friends I really like through my kids. Spent countless hours enjoying my kids, one tiny mystery at a time. And so though I am a regular at Monkey Joes and not Marrakech, there is a beauty to the madness and work. Its the beauty and symmetry of the cycle of life.

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  1. indrani

    Beautiful post Khushi. You have captured the emotions of a mother so well. Enjoy every bit with your boys. They are God’s best gift to us.

  2. Priyanka

    Very beautiful………………..It just bring tears to my eyes.While reading this,,it seems to me that you are sharing my experience.

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