New year resolution for kids..? I don’t think so..!

While I was collecting the toys from one room to another, on the first day of 2019, all I could think of was, I still have to find out those hidden Lego blocks, clear the dirty dishes from each room, think about how to clean the wall of the drawing room, the center table and a couch, which is my little ones latest sketch board, not to forget he has colour all over his body that needs to be washed (however I doubt it will take days to go away), sky high laundry, and the rest of the miscellaneous daily chores.

I was feeling like I was doing some disaster management. It was the next morning of the new years party. We had a house party and it was quite a hit. We had 5 couples with 2 kids each and including us there were 12 adults and a dozen kids with age varying from 6 months to 15 year. What a night it was? We asked our maid to bring one of her sister and stay the night to handle the kids and still, kids room looked like it was hit by tsunami last night. And I am saying literally, because there was water, juice,and food all over,along with the toys, books, colors, shoes, and some of new T-shirts used as a cloth to wipe the paintbrush.

“Honey, please remind me not to keep a house party next year or …..EVER!”
My maid helped as much as she could and then finally she left looking like a zombie. Her sister left around midnight complaining of stomach ache. Well, I was left to deal with most of it and being a holiday, kids were home along with husband dear, who was too busy catching up on the highlights of last nights game. ‘Yeah, that must be pretty important. Wish I could swap my life with his.’
While rubbing my little ones new romper in the sink, which the kids used to clean the white board, I thought to myself, how good a kid I was, when I was their age. I never did this amount of damage to the sanity of my parents. At least I don’t remember doing any such thing, ever. I guess most of the 80’s kids had no choice but to listen to their parents and spend most of their time at home with parents, listening to their words of wisdom and agreeing to most of it. I remember making new years resolution and sticking to it for at least half the year.

‘Hey, that could very well be a good idea, I should ask my kids to have a new year resolution. May be then I will be able to put some sense of responsibility  in them. Yes, let me make a list of the most important things and I will let them choose one or two….no no…at least five of them. Yes, good idea!’

I washed my hands and closed the door of each room including the kitchen and bathroom, made myself a coffee and sat down on the redesigned center table.
‘What are the most important things they should follow? Yes, keeping the toys back to where they belong.’ I visioned both my kids playing with the toys quietly in their room and after that putting them back to where they were. “Momma, which shelf is for Lego?”
“Momma, which cupboard is for my teddy?”
“Mumma, where do I keep my cars and remotes?”
“Mumma, I need new batteries for my guitar.”
I snapped out of my dream and faced the reality of life. I got up and opened the door of the kids room. It had shelves and shelves of toys. A huge cupboard full of soft toys, doll houses, Lego scattered all over, racks full of books, a bucket full of colors and so many remotes, I myself did not know which one was for which one?
“May be first I need to call Marie Kondo.” I silently closed the door of the kids room, making a mental note to clear out the room soon and give away lots and lots of toys and books.
‘What else could be a great new year resolution? Oh yes, How about never say no to your mother. Yes, yes, that will be a very good idea to get everything done.’ I thought to myself and smiled at my smartness.
SLAP! I held my left cheek. It felt like yesterday when my mom gave me a good one on my left cheek, few days before I got married because I was still unable to cook a proper meal. ‘No, no, not going to happen either. ‘
Actually, the list is endless.
Make your own bed.
Get ready on your own for school.
Polish your own shoes.
Iron your own clothes.
Clean your own room.
Show interest in home cooked food too.
Finish homework on time.
Focus on studies more than Netflix and Instagram.
Stop eating on the bed in front of the TV.
Help your mother with random house work.
Share stuff with other kids, including your own sibling.
Spend a day without fighting or crying and yelling.
Let your mother chose clothes for you.
Brush your teeth twice, daily.
Keep the dirty dishes in the kitchen sink.
Keep dirty clothes in laundry.
Quit watching videos on youtube or playing games.
These are very few points of an endless list every parent has. So do I, but is it even feasible to have it in this time and era? The kids already have school bags heavier than their own body weight and too much competition to prove themselves. 80’s kids were the last kids who actually knew what childhood was. We played at neighbors houses, ate food and sometimes even slept there and our parents never worried about us. Summer vacations meant spending months with our cousins and having a great time and not learning new art forms of joining random classes or finishing off monstrous holiday homework. We already are living in the time, when we can’t leave our kids alone for a moment to play in the park or their friends house, because we are always worried about their safety. We don’t trust anyone with our kids, be it friends or even family at times.
So I don’t feel like loading them some more with the weight of our expectations from them and whatever little childhood innocence is left in them, take it all away. I would rather let them be. Let them dirty the house, the walls, the couches and the curtains. This is their safe zone, their playground, so I will let them be. These dirty walls are my memories. As they say, childhood turns into adolescence in a blink. So, I don’t want to blink and miss it all. Let them carry weight of books on their shoulders and not the weight of our expectations. Let the kids have fun while they still can. Let them make their own resolutions, as and when they want to. As it is, resolutions are meant to be broken. I don’t remember reaching the finish line of even a single of my many resolutions I made year after year, so why make a list for them. I love the mess, the Lego hurting my feet, the almirahs full of toys and couch full of squeaking toys every time we sit on them. These are the perks of having kids around. Soon these little birds will fly away and leave an empty nest behind. But these memories will forever stay within these walls. The stories of their childhood will be mine to tell. Today and forever.

 

This post is part of a Blog Train hosted by PrernaVartika and Alpana and sponsored by Pandora’s Box and Recipe Dabba.

HONEY I GREW UP THE KIDS- RESOLUTION FOR KIDS TOO

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Dear Moms, you are doing just enough!

Being a new mom can be really stressful. That too, if you are a first time mom, it is not going to be easy. I remember my time as a first time new mom and it was not a very good experience. I would burn out myself to be a perfect mother, a perfect wife, a perfect homemaker. But most of the times I failed and felt guilty all the time. I was on the edge of being depressed. But, I guess, I was strong enough to cope with it and come out with flying colors.
At the same time, I have seen mothers not doing great and blaming everyone else and themselves, for not being a perfect mother. This needs to be stopped. Being a new mom is not easy. As they say ‘it takes a village to raise a child’ and hell it is true. New moms need to know that, whatever they are doing for their kids is OK. Whatever efforts they are putting is enough. No one is perfect in the world and a perfect mother or a perfect child is a myth. Whoever says they have perfect kids or they are perfect parents are lying.

Motherhood is all about learning with the baby. You learn in the process of raising a child. Yes, you will make mistakes, but they will be ok. Those mistakes are a part of your motherhood journey. Remember whatever you are doing for the baby, is for his/her best interest. Stop blaming yourself for everything.
However, when I had my second baby, I knew what to do. I knew how important it was, to think about myself too and not just the baby. How important it was, to take care of myself too and not just the baby. How important it was, to do everything to maintain my sanity because only a happy mother can raise a happy child.
So here are a few things I did. No, I did not do all of them, but they were definitely on my list. So go ahead and indulge yourself with a few of them, and see if it helps you in any way.
⦁ My doctor encouraged me to meditate and join Yoga classes, which helped me a lot in two different ways. One, it helped me physically, calmed my senses, made my trimesters easy. Two, I met many fellow mother-to-be’s and spent time chatting and sharing experiences.
⦁ I never realized the importance of spending time with myself before I had a baby. So my advice to all new moms or mom-to-be’s is, make sure and do whatever you can, to spend some time alone. Ponder over silly things, go watch a movie alone, go shopping, read a book, take a solo trip, visit a place you always wanted to, check a few things off your bucket list. You will see what wonders it does to your health and how happy it will make you and fill you with new found enthusiasm and energy. (Doctor’s advice is a must)
⦁ Visit your family, your cousins, your favorite people, your mom, your dad, your brother/sister. Spend time with them. Let them take care of you. talk your heart out with them. Share your fears, your agonies, your worries. Let yourself go back to your childhood.
⦁ It is a well known fact and no one can deny it, that after you have a baby, you spend more time with your child than your spouse. Having a baby is a life changing experience. Relationships change. Your camaraderie with your spouse is going to change. So go ahead, and plan a date night to rejuvenate your love life. If you already have a baby, arrange a nanny or your family or friend, and go on a candle light dinner, watch a romantic movie, do whatever makes both of you happy and rekindle that romance.
⦁ We all know, women love to shop, so go ahead and pamper yourself with all the things you might need after the baby or just spend some moolah and shop till you drop. Retail therapy is the best kind of therapy.
⦁ Cook some thing nice for yourself. We always cook for others. We cook what our husbands like or children or family and we adapt their taste and forget what we like to eat. So go ahead and bake some cake or cook your kind of pasta and hog on. The aroma of baking is the best kind of aroma your house can have.
⦁ A day out with friends can be really relaxing. Leave your kids with the husband and go ahead and take a day off with your friends.
⦁ Reading is always a good option and there is no better friend than a good book. Be it fiction, autobiography, fashion/food/travel blogs, history. Whatever is your taste in books, go grab one.
⦁ Fill your tub with warm water, put a generous amount of your favorite body wash, light some scented candles, turn on your favorite playlist, keep a bottle of wine or that cup of tea or coffee, and sink into that luxurious bubble bath for hours. Forget about the world. If you have kids, put them to sleep or just let your husband take care of them and just give your body this treat.
⦁ Think about the positive things in your life. Sit alone and count your blessings and thank God for them.
⦁ Netflix can be quite addictive, but if you have time on your hands, go ahead and watch whatever you like.
⦁ Fill your life with positive people. Make sure you cut negative friends or judgmental people from your life. They are no good to you and will only cause stress to you in future. So without thinking twice, distance yourself from negative people. Talk and take advice from people who understand you and help you stay positive.
⦁ Before and after you have a baby, make sure to pamper your self with a saloon visit. color those hair, get a new haircut, it helps to give a new perspective to yourself and life. Get a massage or visit your favorite spa.
⦁ Allow yourself more time to get things done.
⦁ Sit in the balcony, grab a cup of tea/coffee and do nothing. Just relax and enjoy the silence.
⦁ Make friends with fellow moms. Share your experiences , joys and failures. They will understand you because they must be going through the same and will never judge you.
⦁ Do not stress about your failures. It is ok to make mistakes. Parenting is all about making mistakes and learning from them. Stop feeling guilty.
⦁ Maintain a journal. If you can not open up easily in front of anyone else, just write everything down in a diary. It will help you vent out and will make you feel lighter.
⦁ Arrange for your kids and take that solo trip you always wanted to take or even better plan a trip with your friends. You have no idea how liberating it is to travel alone or with friends. Give it a try.
⦁ Create a hobby and make time for it.
⦁ Hit a gym, as and when your gynecologist recommends. Nothing feels better than to work that sweat out in the gym and go back to a toned body or just a fitter version of yourself.
⦁ If you can not go to a gym, go for midnight or evening walks or runs.

Motherhood is beautiful, but it is also a fact that we moms give all of our self to it and often end up neglecting ourselves. My first pregnancy was like that. I gave my everything to the baby and ended up being cranky, sad, depressed and messed up all the time. But when I became mother for the second time, I made sure, I paid attention to myself too. Because as they say ‘only a happy mother can raise happy children’.

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Thank you for helping me through PPD (pre/post partum depression)

Maya has been married for two years now. She and Prateek had an arranged marriage in Bhopal, which was hometown to both of them. Maya was an ace lawyer in Delhi and Prateek was rapidly climbing the ladders of corporate world. Both were ambitious and made a bomb of salary. Their families were after them to start their own family, as the biological clock was ticking and Maya was 35 while Prateek was nearing 40, and their parents worried, if they delayed even more, they will never have a baby.

Although Maya wanted to wait some more but she gave in to family pressure and concieved a baby. She wanted to keep working through the pregnancy, but she had complications and was given bed rest for the entire first trimester. She started to work from home and was mostly stressed, as she was trying to rock both the boats at once. She had anxiety most of the times, as she was scared she was not doing enough at work, also she had confusion, fear and stress that she might loose the baby if she was not careful enough. She discussed the issue with few of her friends, who had babies, and they told her it must be hormonal imbalance.

Being a workaholic, she tried to work as much as she can from home, but she could not concentrate and her doctor told her to take full rest as mental pressure can lead to fetal loss. She took 4 months leave from her office and spent her time reading books and watching TV. But it was not enough.

For the first time in years she missed her mom. But she couldn’t stay with Maya, as she had a business to run in Bhopal. She promised to make arrangements and stay with Maya after the delivery.

After Prateek went to office she felt lonely and irritated. She couldn’t sleep much and developed the feelings of guilt or worthlessness. She felt unaccomplished and felt she was not good enough. She spoke to her doctor about it in the second month. The doctor told her, it could be prenatal depression and referred her to a psychiatrist.

Prateek was seriously worried about Maya by now and took permission from office to work from home. He also called his mother, who was happy to help and came instantly. With regular therapy sessions and love and care of Prateek’s mother, Maya started feeling better and less lonely. But still something was off in her.

She gave birth to a healthy baby boy. After the delivery, she was sad most of the time. She got irritated on lame things and was overwhelmed most of the times. She was ready to cry at the drop of a hat. The whole feeding the baby and changing diapers was a little too much for her. Although she loved her baby to the moon and back, but she felt trapped and on the edge all the time. She did not feel like talking to anyone or getting ready or going out. Even if Prateek asked her to leave the baby with his mother and go out for a movie, she refused. She was confused and disoriented.

Prateek understood the urgency of the situation only after he tried to find online the reasons behind her such behaviour. He knew it was time to visit the psychiatrist again.

As soon as she reached the psychiatrist, Maya started to cry and told her how she felt. She told the doctor she felt as if she failed as a mother. She took the blame of C-section delivery. She said she did not try hard enough. She wanted to give birth the natural way and it was all her mistake. She told the doctor she felt like a cow, feeding the baby all the time. She said she failed in giving proper care to the baby due to which the baby cried all the time and she could barely sleep. She was tired of cleaning, nursing and changing diapers all the time. She wanted to go back to her normal life and spend time with her husband too. She was irritated most of the time and wouldn’t let Prateek comfort her or even hug her. She hated her bloated body and wanted to wear nice clothes and spend some time in saloon getting her nails and hair done, but she never got free from the ever wailing and crying child.

The doctor helped her with some medicines, as well as, making a chart and a proper schedule for her. Prateek and his mother were both very supportive and they also took help from a nanny, who would take care of the baby, so Maya could catch on some sleep. The doctor advised her to meditate and join some support groups.

Prateek offered to take time off work and help her as much as possible. Over the next few months, she was exercising more and getting more sleep and had significant improvement in mood and energy.

Maya was feeling better soon enough because of the support she got from her husband and both the families. She was also thankful to her doctor. She cared for her child and family even more so, but now she took care of herself too. She went out with friends and Prateek on dates. She went to saloon. Slowly she started working again too. With the help of her doctor, family and husband, she got her life back.

So ladies and all you new moms out there, don’t shy away from taking all the possible help. Only a healthy and happy mother can give birth and raise happy healthy children and we all know there is nothing more important to mothers than their kids. Every mother will have a different journey and every woman will have different symptoms. I’d like to encourage women that they are not damaged or different, that they are not failures as moms or wives. Guilt can be a very damaging aspect of PPD. So go out and talk to your husband or friends,family or doctor, anyone but express your feeling and let it all out. Have faith that you are not alone and there is help just round the corner. All you have to do is reach for it.

Whatever your parents have, will ultimately be yours!

“Hi Kanchan, how are you?”

“Hi Vikas, I am fine. What happened? You called so late!”

“Yes Kanchan, I don’t know how to say this, but I think, we will have to cancel our booking for that flat.”

“Oh, why? what happened? Wasn’t the broker suppose to get the paperwork done before our wedding? And now with just a week to go, what is the issue?”

“Even I don’t know. That broker just called and said, we need to give the remaining 20 lakhs within a week, or else the booking will be cancelled and we will loose our token money too.”

“Oh, but how can he do that now? With the wedding preparations and all, already we have a lot on our heads. How are we going to arrange 20 lakhs now?”

“That is what I was thinking. May be I should cancel the booking. Yes 10 lakh token money will be gone, but it’s impossible to arrange 20 lakhs in less than a week. I will call him first thing in the morning and cancel the flat. It’s just that, I did not wanted you to suffocate in our small flat, with a joint family, so I booked that flat, to give you a comfortable life. But I guess, we will have to let it go and look for another one in a few years.”

“Vikas, 10 lakhs is a big amount. Can’t the broker refund it?”

“No, I asked him and he refused.”

“Vikas, wait for sometime. Let me call you back.”

“Vikas, I just spoke to Dad. He is ready to give 20 lakhs. He said, he wanted to give a nice gift for the wedding anyways and was thinking of buying a car. But a house sounds even better and he said he will pay for it. He wanted to give the entire 30 lakhs, but I refused and told him to give 20 lakhs only.”

“No Kanchan, I can’t accept the money from you. I wanted to buy the flat for us, with my own money and I would have easily paid the installments, but this broker messed the whole thing. No! I better cancel the flat. How can I take money from your father?”

“It is OK Vikas, remember, your parents are my parents and my parents are your parents. And what shame in taking help from parents? Dad is happy to help. Let him.”

“Ok Kanchan, I don’t want to, but if you are pushing so much, then I will let him help, but I will return the money soon.”

“Ok baba, whatever you want to.”

“I love you, Kanchan.”

“I love you too,Vikas.”

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“Vikas, Can we buy a small car for me? It takes more than 2 hours to reach office by bus. If I have my own car, I can drive to office and reach in less than an hour.”

“Ok, I will think about it Kanchan.”

“Kanchan, I have a better idea, Why don’t you bring over your old car from your house, that you used to drive before you got married? You can bring that car here and use it, meanwhile, I will book another, new one for you. This way you won’t have to wait for a new car.”

“Yes, I can, but Mom drives it now.”

“Oho, Mom use it to go to kitty parties and buy vegetables. She can always book a cab. She doesn’t use that car much. It mostly stands covered in the parking. Moreover just talk to your Mom and see what she thinks about it? I am sure, if she know, that you need that car, they will not say no to you.”

“Yes, they will not say no, but it doesn’t feel right to keep asking them for something or the other. We still haven’t returned the money we took for this apartment.”

“That is because you said your father wanted to gift you a flat and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings, or else, I would have returned the money long back.”

“Yes, but you only said you will return……”

Vikas was angry by now “Kanchan, I gave you option to live in our old house, with the family but you chose to live seperately in an apartment. It was your choice and you asked your father for the money. I did not force you to take money from your parents and now you are making me feel as if I made you take money from your family. Plus you are the only daughter and your parents have many properties and so much money. What else will they do with it? Who else will they give it? Whatever is theirs, finally you will get it. So what is the big deal about it?”

Kanchan felt those words cutting through her heart like a dagger. It was not the first time that Vikas said all this. It has been two years to their wedding and she heard all this quite often and she always kept quite because somehow, Vikas made it all seem right. Plus she also didn’t want to fight with Vikas over all these lame issues. After all he was right. Her parents were rich and buying her a flat or that diamond set that she liked and Vikas sent the pictures to her mother, without telling her and her mother transferred the money to Vikas’s account and Vikas bought that set for her on their first anniversary. She came to know about it much later that Vikas took the money from her mother and promised to return it but never did.

Or that trip to London. When Vikas was going to London for some office project for 10 days and Kanchan wanted to go too. What will she do here alone anyways and they were newly married and wanted to spend time with each other and her father booked Kanchan’s ticket because Vikas couldn’t afford a return ticket on such short notice, but he wanted Kanchan to go with her, so he told her father and he happily booked the tickets and transferred money in his account for shopping too.

Or that new furniture or fridge or down payment for a property in Delhi. Vikas always took money from her parents on a promise to return, but he never did and her parents never asked for the money because they wanted Kanchan to be happy.

But money can’t buy happiness. She looked around her house. Ninety percent of things in this house were given to her by her parents. She was not sure how long this will go on and she hated to take money from her parents. She was always an independant girl who made her own money, from a very young age and never took help from her parents. Her parents always taught her to be financially independant and have self respect.

When she met Vikas at an office event, she thought he was a man with values and strong convincing power, that is the reason he won all the awards in the Marketing and Sales department every year. He was a man of words. The way he presented himself, Kanchan was impressed and fell in his trap.

Vikas knew she was from a rich family, while Vikas’s father was a clerk in the Income Tax department. He lived with a joint family, in a small government quarter, all his life and Kanchan’s big house and even bigger car, her carefree attitude, her lifestyle, her beauty and dressing sense, everything about her impressed him and he managed her to fall in love with him and finally marry him. He knew his life was going to change and it did.

First he bought the house and then he furnished the entire house in the most luxurious way. Then he bought a big car and many foreign trips in just two years of marriage. He loved Kanchan very much. She was a very nice girl who respected his family and took genuine care of his parents. But all this was secondary to him. He was always ambitious and he felt suffocated in the house he lived all his life. His dreams were big and he wanted to achieve much more and Kanchan was the key to all his dreams. He always kept her happy and pampered.

Kanchan understood now but she felt helpless. She touched her grown belly. It was just two more months and the baby will come. She wondered how much her parents still have to pay after the baby comes. A tear ran down her cheeks and fell on her belly. She knew what she had to do. She went inside the room and started to pack her bag. She didn’t want her baby to be like father.

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Beginning of the end (Part 1)

Sheena was always the most popular girl in every school she ever went because of her father’s transferable job. It was mostly because of her carefree attitude, her knowledge and majorly because of her looks. She got many modelling offers, but her parents wanted her to study, after all she was a bright student, and her parents had high hopes from her. She wanted to be a commercial pilot, just like her mother and unlike her father who was a fighter pilot. She had a thing for everything glamorous. She loved to dress up and put on make up and go to parties when ever both her parents were flying.

She was already making plans for her upcoming 16 birthday party. Her parents also wanted to make it extra special for her sweet sixteen. Sheena wanted to throw a big party for all her friends. Many of her friends from other cities she stayed in were also coming. She still had to select a dress and she told her parents she need a designer dress only and her parents agreed.

Her life was perfect and she was the hot topic in her posh school in South Delhi. Everyone wanted to be her friend, to know her, to be a part of her life. Most of the girls were jealous but still wanted to hang out with her. Her parents were open minded and they gave her space and respected her decisions. She was their only child. Although they pampered her a lot but she was a good kid and they knew it.

Today was the annual function in the school and she was the showstopper of the fashion show organised by sponsors which was a big fashion brand in India. She was getting ready backstage with the other professional fashion models who worked for the brand.

“Hurry up girls, 15 minutes to go.” Said the choreographer.

Sheena was ready and was taking tips from the make up artists when one of the models asked her to join a few others in the washroom.

Sheena and her two friends from school who were also participating in the fashion show went inside the washroom.

“Here, try this.” Sheena was handed a white powder by one of the models.

Sheena knew exactly what it was. She had seen many of her friends in other cities doing it.

“No way! How did you bring it inside? We are going live in 10 minutes and we can’t be doing this. If someone saw us, we all will be in trouble.” said Sheena.

“Hey you Miss Precious! Don’t act smart with us. If you want to go on stage then you have to take it or we will make sure you end up looking like a fool on stage.” said one of the models.

“And what’s so bad about it anyway? It helps you loosen up and gives you courage to face the audience. Most of the models do it and it only helps us gain more confidence on stage.” said another model.

“Hey Sheena, let’s try it. I always wanted to see what is all the fuss about the drugs anyway.” said Komal, her classmate.

“Komal, I have seen my friends doing it and ruining their life. I will not suggest you doing it, nor am I going to.” Said Sheena in a stern voice.

Just then she felt two hands holding her and she felt the pungent taste of the white powder in her nose and mouth. Her head started to spin for a few seconds but soon she gathered herself and saw everyone in the washroom snorting the powder just as they were called on stage.

The fashion show was a success and Sheena was praised for her charismatic presence on the stage. Everyone was highly impressed by her confidence and the way she walked the stage, like a pro.

As she walked back to the green room, she saw the same models who forced her the drugs.

“We told you… it’s awesome.”

And despite the fact that she knew how harmful the drugs were, she smiled back to them and thanked them.

Sheena knew now that if she wanted to succeed fast, she need more confidence. And she knew where to get it from?

Lavendersun kids Biker jacket review

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I recently purchased this beautiful Biker jacket from Lavendersun.

It is a team of designers, visionaries, and artists who are providing mothers with the most exciting and thrilling online shopping experience.

As parents, we want all the best for our families. Lavendersun does not compromise on quality and provide a high range of Trendy baby clothes whilst also keeping it affordable for parents. They provide the trendiest and cutest outfits for our kids and we can make memories for lifetime, as we dress up our little ones and take pictures.

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I had the best shopping experience as soon as I started to browse till the time I received the package in my hands, as they make sure for the best quality of the product.

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This jacket has such a smart appearance that can be used for both outdoor adventures and outdoor formal occasions. My little one love it so much that he wont take it off. It is super soft, cozy and keeps the warmth and comfiness the entire time.

The product details are below:

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  • Material: Leather blend
  • Machine wash
  • Size: 3T-7T
  • Includes 1x leather jacket

Price: $24.95

Thank you Lavendersun for this lovely jacket.

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Yes, I am divorced, but my life is yet not over!

“Hey Ankita, why did you not tell me you were getting divorce? Do you know how I got to know? At the office, I overheard Rohan and Harshit, teasing Ashok about it and telling him, how lucky he is, and how he can hit other women now. They werealso planningng a trip to Bangkok. You know how bad I felt about you. Here you are, looking all depressed and dejected, where as, your ex-husband is planning to have the time of his life. I am feeling very sorry for you.”

Ankita did not say anything, but she was exhausted of hearing the same things over and over again. She was weary of knowing, how sorry her relatives were about the fact that her husband left her, or may be they were just pretending they were sorry. She gave them a shit load of stuff to gossip about. They hardly knew the truth and she knew they hardly cared. But they were all pitiful and grievous about her situation.

She did not want her parents to think her life was over, or how difficult it was for them, to find such a nice groom for her, or how impatient this generation is, who can not stand little arguments, and are ready to cut off ties with their spouse, at the drop of a hat. She was tired of all this. It has been more than a month now, and all she heard was how sorry everyone was for her.

May be they all wanted her to believe, her life was over. That being divorced was the end of the world for her. That she has lost her only chance to be happy, by seperating from her husband. No body wanted to know how she felt. No body wanted to know about her years and years of agony in that relationship, just because she could not become a mother. No body wanted to know how her husband or her in-laws treated her, even though she was the Vice President of a multinational, and earned more than her husband. All that mattered was that she could not give birth to their heir and that was enough to make her life miserable.

Her so called friends, family and relatives, none of them told her that it was a good decision. Everyone wanted her to feel sorry for herself and when ever any one met her, they made sure she felt that way.

She sometimes wondered if people forgot, she has emotions and if she is divorced, does not mean she is not human.

She stopped going out to weddings or parties, she stopped taking calls of her own parents, she had restrained herself to her house now. She was working from home for almost a month now and today was her first day she went back to office and people are yet not done sympathizing with her.

But that was it. She had been pondering over a thought for a long time now and it was time to get it done. She typed her resignation letter and went straight home. She packed her bags. Booked the tickets and was ready to go. She was never sure of anything more than this all her life. She decided to take a sabbatical and travel to all the places she always wanted to see. She wanted to walk around the beaches and stroll in the best of art galleries. She wanted to see all the wonders of the world. She wanted to meet new people and open her soul and set herself free from all the ties, away from the people who wanted her to stay miserable for life.

She had been planning her start-up for a long time, but was never sure of it. Now she was. She had investors who liked her idea and she was going to contact them, as soon she is back from her trip.

It was her life. No one else has the right to ruin it. She never needed a man to make her happy and she can not allow a man to make her life gloomy forever.

It is just one life, and she was still young. She can always restart. But love was not on her mind right now. Right now all she wanted, was to fly away to the unknown world full of adventure and she knew a new life was waiting for her. A better life, all she had to do was give it a chance.

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