New Year Resolution that never left paper

This New Year I was watching Monk and when Randy Disher talked about his epiphany, I had mine too -
Happiness is a choice.
Two and half months later I am yet to make that choice.

Life intervened.

I am not saying I never tried. There was this one week in mid-Jan when I was really relaxed and smiled my way through everything. Even when I didn't want to smile I atleast did not growl and grunt.
But it stopped with that week.

Maybe I'll have better luck rest of this month.

And to help me with this, everyday I am going to post something I am happy about, thankful for in my life.
Yes yes, one of those zillion boring snippets of my life but then I don't want to be this 'angry young woman' self for the rest of my life.

I fail to enjoy The Implet counting cracks on the pavement and instead concentrate on the fact that she's wasted 10 minutes of my time when I could be elsewhere... doing what you ask? chores, what else!
I fail to pick up Paco who's trying his best to climb up my leg and instead stare into the laptop and whine about how I am always running to catch up.
I fail to appreciate The Implet's new found tastes in food and instead gripe that she refuses to eat what I cook and hence making my life difficult.

In short, there are just too many moments I fail to appreciate and treasure for what they really are - Life's gifts to me.

So here's to seeing the glass half full - always!

Becoming my parents' daughter

Everyone knows motherhood is tough. That it takes as much out of you as it gives...both in time and joy. One invests so much time and energy into being that perfect mother - the kind who bakes cupcakes on Saturdays just because it is Saturday, who stays awake late into the night folding onesies and stitching fancy buttons on a costume - there are moments that one forgets to be a daughter.

Why?

Why is it engrossing to discuss cow dung with the tot than answer questions on how the day was with the parent? Why is it so hard to let go of little things when it concerns your child? Why is it harder to understand someone you've known for more than two decades while you're completely in-sync with a 21 month old who can barely string two words together? Does motherhood erase all signs of being a daughter once?

As the peer pressure of young, vibrant do-it-all moms rises, the doting daughter slowly fades into the background...with occasional glimpses once in awhile to buy a certain bag, listen to an old tale, touch a burning forehead, share a joke over phone...or simply smile every morning instead of the usual complaint about the wrong sippy cup in the toddler's hands.

Being a mother is all about loving someone unconditionally.
Being a daughter is about letting that someone love you...unconditionally.

Useless Truisms #543

The harder you try to rationalize Life, the stronger the absurdity of it all hits you!

-- They don't pay me for this, so let me get back to work.
This is just to let you know I am alive :D

Pearls of Wisdom

Those who have anonymity, dunk Tequila shots;
Others drink coffee.

Don't fret if you don't understand it.
In time, you will fall asleep before such thoughts take over :)

Psst: Oh Queen of Sarcasm, i hope you are smiling :)