Monthly Archives: November 2011

Got a Cold

It’s time like these that I am not happy to be breast feeding. It’s a combination of guilt + lack of medicine that makes me go cray cray. But, one of many pluses of spending my maternity leave at home is that I get to indulge in some ayurvedic practices to heal a cold.

For my stomach, my mom made rice porridge. Add a little bit of salt, ghee (or vegan butter), and smash up the rice with a small cup to make the rice easily digestible. To accompany the rice porridge, my mom gave me lemon pickle. This pickle is special because it is lemon pickled in its own juice, with ginger, and small peppers. This particular bottle has been aging for 8 years. The warm rice plus lemon is supposed to nourish the stomach, while calming any ailments coming from that area (gas, indigestion, acid reflux).

For my nose, my mom heated 4 cups of water in the microwave. In a bowl, my mom put 1.5 tablespoons of Vick vapor rub and poured in the water. I hovered over the bowl with a towel over me and the bowl. The vapors go into your nose and start allowing the mucous to dislodge. Be careful NOT to open your eyes, unless you enjoy that type of torture.

And finally, for my throat, my mom concocted a special tea called kasaai. She boiled lemon grass, dry ginger, black pepper, and rock sugar together in water for about 15-20 minutes. You have to drink this tea really fast when it is hot. It calms down the throat and soothes your stomach. I only had a third of a cup since I don’t what TD to taste this not so pleasant mixture in her milk.

I hope to get rid of this cold soon. TD is so kissable and it’s hard for me to resist!

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Happy Gratitude Weekend

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Really, is one day enough to share your gratitude with all those individuals, emotions, and material objects around you? The Facebook status messages yesterday read like high school yearbook pages. It’s nice that we have at least one day in the year for the collective pause to share our gratitude. I wish it was more often than that one day, but we can by:

  • Keeping thank you cards in your bag and writing to someone who assisted you today.
  • Calling a mentor, friend, grandparent who spent the most expensive commodity we have, time, with you.
  • Visiting a neighbor with a homemade pie and flowers from your garden to say thank you for being a good neighbor.

There are countless ways to weave in moments of gratitude in our days.

This year, I spent Gratitude Weekend at my parents’ home where we feasted on vegan dishes and enjoyed each other’s company. Although TD is too small to share in the delight (and was sleeping the entire time), we all cheered to her and how grateful we are for her presence in our lives.

Pause.

Pause.

Pause.

I am ever so grateful to have TD in my life.

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It Happened

It’s here.

I’m ready for it.

I’m no longer batting it away.

I’m an Amma with a capital “a.” I am. I may not fully understand the weight of that word right now. But, I am here to embrace that word, that title, and walk around with my new bags which will soon become dented, tattered, borrowed-to-never-return, zippers broken, handle held with duct tape. Just like the India bags that sit in my parents garage.

Yesterday, at a social gathering, some other person was looking after Toor Dal (the affectionate nickname for my child) while I quickly scarfed down the Indian food, keeping tabs on what I could eat and what I shouldn’t eat (Fried pakoras is a “no no”? Come on!). At the same time, I kept an eye on  TD while she lay in the arms of another woman, on the sofa across the room. The woman was gazing in TD’s eyes, moving her lips as if conversing with my 2month old. I felt satisfied with her level of caretaking for TD that I went back to eating and chatting with the various Aunties and Uncles and their off-spring.

I look up again, and the woman and TD are no longer on the sofa. I scan the room and can’t see them. I look at my mom who is in a deep conversation. Not trying to freak out, I calmly put my styrofoam plate down when a hand massages my back. Continue reading

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