“You’re just like your mum.” The biggest compliment in the world! #MothersDay #SundayBlogShare


Mothers day, or Mothering Sunday, is here in the UK, on March 11th this year.

It’s a time to show your appreciation for that wonderful woman who put you here on this earth.

But like Valentine’s Day, why should there be just one day when we show our love, and gratitude to these fantastic females?

I would like to celebrate my mum every day. She has been a rock throughout my life, and I’m sure will continue to be one for many years to come.

Recently I have had many people comment on how much I am looking like my mum. I don’t just want to look like her, I want to be like her too!

There is usually a bit of a thing from hubby to wife isn’t it? “Your getting like your mother!” Well Hello!!! If I am anything like my mother, you are one lucky man!!

  • She is the calmest person in all situations, she’s handled some crazy ones, and always carries herself with great aplomb.
  • She is a most amazing cook! I feel privileged to have grown up with her cuisine, she has encouraged my brother and I to try and learn from her too.
  • She taught me simplicity is best. I credit my good skin to her not smothering herself in makeup when I was little, and so not being too fussed about it myself, on a day to day basis.
  • She brought us up with fairness, and though there was the chance, she didn’t spoil us. Instead both her and my Pops made sure we had all we need to life a comfortable life.
  • Her patience is never ending!
  • She’s kinda cuckoo, in a good way, she knows how to laugh at herself!
  • She is a marvellous grandma to our children too!
  • Her way of talking to people means that almost everyone is at ease with her, and she is a confidante to many.
  • She knows how to handle family!
  • She is a wonderful Mother-in-Law, ask my Sister-In-Law!
  • She has an infinite amount of love for us all.

When I was younger, I’d look at her and be kinda mad, jealous, even. Her eyes are this beautiful light brown, and mine, that plain old dark brown of your average Indian. Instead of me inheriting them, her niece got them!

She had the long straight hair which my brother got, I got the wild frizzy curls courtesy of my Pops.

She got the naturally amazing shaped eyebrows, I got caterpillars. And she had non existent hair in legs… Me… The opposite!

But I did get her curves. And for that I am grateful!

And, even without certain physical features of hers, I really do look like her! In fact I was looking at old pictures from her school and college days, and had to do a double take. What was my picture doing in her old album?! She laughed and said ” No beta (child), that was me!”

Now I’m a wife, daughter-in-law and mother myself, I fully appreciate how much my mum has given of herself, how much of herself she has devoted to her children and family. I don’t think I am capable of doing all she has done but if I am half the mum she was and is, I know I’ll be amazing!
So thank you Mum,
For all you’ve done.
For all you’ve helped me through.
I couldn’t find
Another kind
Of mum, like you, it’s true.
Ritu 2015

Happy Birthday Lil Man and My Mum! <3

This time twelve years ago I was proudly holding in my arms, a little bundle of love who Hubby Dearest and I had waited years for!

Lil Man made a pretty spectacular entrance into the world, with his own little build up attached.

Sitting at work, (it was my last week before maternity leave started) I realised that I was a little, ahem, damp, down there. Funny, I didn’t think I had sneezed (ladies with pelvic floor issues after pregnancy will be aware what I mean!)

I thought nothing of it. Coming home, I waved Hubby Dearest off to the gym, and then something happened again. It was only little but I knew for sure I hadn’t sneezed.


It couldn’t be! My due date was in three weeks. It was my first baby. First babies were late!

I tried to ignore what was inevitably un-ignoreable. My friend messaged me, saying she had dreamt about me having a baby boy.

I called her up straight away. “Your dream might be coming true sooner rather than later!”

She convinced me to ring the hospital, and to tell my mums too.

But I was in shock. How could my waters be starting to break?

Needless to say, yes, things were happening, and after a full on water break, dams busting, gush of amniotic fluid all over my bed, we went to the hospital.

He still made us wait though.

I was there for a good 12 hours on various drugs and monitors, before I finally, epidural-induced, pushed this little miracle out!

And what a wonderful day for him to arrive, on my mum’s birthday!

Going forward, 12 years, I am a proud mum to a very confident, caring, sometimes frustrating Lil Man.

He may be small, but he is special in so many ways, and I wouldn’t change him for anything!

And I always say to my mum that I could never outdo the present I gave her on her 55th birthday… her first grandchild!

So, here’s to two very special people in my life!

Happy 12th birthday Lil Man, and Happy 67th birthday to my Mum!

Love you both lots, and wish you a wonderful day!

Thursday Thought – #Meditate

“Sometimes the best thing you can do is not think, not wonder, not imagine, not obsess, just breathe and have faith that everything will work out for the best.” – www.dailyinspirationalquotes.in

My mum told me last night to have a chamomile tea to relax myself.

I know it’s meant to help, but what won’t help is the need for me to rush to the toilet in the middle of the night, ruining the full night’s sleep that I hoped to get! Especially after the last few nights!

And so I did what my Pops always tells me to do.

Sit back, empty your mind and breathe.

Inhale through the mouth, and exhale completely, slowly. If you wish to make it a meditation, you can chant something that calms you. Breathe in this way for 5-10 minutes and empty your mind of everything else. Concentrate on the breath entering and leaving your body. The vibrations of the chant will sooth your brain.

Many people automatically use the word “Om”.

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We say, “Waheguru”.

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And so before bed, that is what I did.

I have woken up fresh, ready to handle the dreaded observation today. I know what my capabilities are. I can only hope my team are on side and able to support me and the children in the way I really would like them to. It’s all in the hands of ‘Them’ now!

Who knows when I get my feedback. but I’l be glad when this afternoon is over, I can tell you that!!!

Thanks for all the good wishes though, your words have given me more confidence!

Luck and Love Peeps!

My Mum And Me – Happy Mothers Day 💖

Mum, mom, mother, mama, maa…

So many ways to describe that woman who gave birth to you, raised you, and made you what you are…

I am very lucky, I have only had a positive experience of that maternal influence. My mother is one of the biggest influences and heroes in my life. She gave up everything to be a mother to my brother and I. We were fortunate in that, despite being in a new country, having moved from Kenya to the UK, my Pops, as a dentist, was financially secure enough that when God blessed them with their first child, me (most definitely a blessing!) she was able to be a Stay At Home Mum. In fact, they had been here a while, and my mother had been offered a job with the British Civil Service just before finding out she was expecting. But being the best mum she could be was more important than a career to her.

Being a girl and their first born was never an issue to my parents, though there were others we knew who were lamenting the birth of a girl… The first born should have been a boy, and all that, but it made no difference to them. My brother followed after 3 years and so, our family was complete.



My mother and I

What do I remember about growing up? My mother being there every minute for us. From birth, we were the single most important aspect of her life. I was a food brat, she struggled to make me eat (unfortunately I don’t have that problem anymore… My waist shows that!). She shed tears over the fact that I was not eating the wonderful dishes she created for me. But she managed, well I’m standing here in front of you, writing about it, aren’t I?

She instilled a love of learning and for books and reading within me. Something I will be ever grateful to her for. She ferried us to and from school, to extra curricular activities, she ensured our homework was done on time. She didn’t force me into the kitchen to learn how to make roti, instead, preferring to make sure I was concentrating on my education, a gift that my parents gave us, a good education.

She taught us the importance of family, and all about respect for elders and youngers. She taught me, especially, how to be a great wife, and daughter in law too.

She had been my rock throughout my life, even now, as I am over 40, it’s my mother’s reassuring voice that lessens worry and pain, it’s my mother’s eyes that light up with pride when I achieve anything, and my mother’s hugs that make everything better.

My only wish, that I could be a mother like her, heck, even half like her would make me an awesome mum! My own journey to achieve that ‘mother’ status was a pretty tough road to travel, being diagnosed with Polycystic Ovaries. It took a couple of years of a medicated haze, and one step from the IVF route to fall pregnant with my first child.

During those tough years, I drew even more strength from my own mum, who fell pregnant with me pretty late, well it wasn’t the 9 months after marriage time frame that many Indian women were expected to conform to, anyway. She would be questioned by some insensitive people as to why she hadn’t given them some ‘good news’ yet. It was my parents choice though, to set up home in a new country and give any prospective child a secure future first.

It echoed questions I was being asked, 4 years into my marriage too, but I would just say “It’s all in God’s hands” and it was…

I can’t speak about motherhood and not mention my Mother In Law either! She’s not your stereotypical Mum In Law. A lovely lady who gives me so much love, and is a wonderful grandma to my children too. And she gave me the most amazing husband too! She never once questioned my inability to conceive easily. Instead, she stood by me every step of the way too. The pain of those -vs tests were as much hers as mine, and the hope, with a missed period, aching breasts, she was there, alongside my own mother, willing me along.

So, once it finally happened, my son made his grand entrance, (on my mother’s birthday no less!) the task to be a good mother began. I felt I failed miserably, not being able to breast feed, but guess what, my mum didn’t either! The food situation, yup he was as tough as me to nourish, but you know what, we got through it, and when he was a little older, we thought the time was right for a try for number 2. The same medications, more complications resulting in me losing an ovary, made me think my son was going to be my one and only blessing.

But God blessed me three times after. Twice, my babies were too precious to Him, so He took them back to live with Him. Those tough times made my Mum-In-Law open up to her own 3 losses in between her 2 boys. Two miscarriages and one, she was advised to have a termination due to some abnormality with the fetus. She didn’t get much choice in those day, it was decided by the elders and her husband, and her being the good Indian wife, agreed, heavy heartedly.

Back to my journey… After bidding my two angels farewell, another +ve test was confirmed. I was again so cautious, and this pregnancy resulted in the arrival of my beautiful daughter. Feeding was not an issue this time, and she was a dream baby…

Now, 9 years later, I am a mother to a beautiful 9-year-old teenage daughter (yes, really!) and a wonderfully stroppy talented 11-year-old son.


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Me with my two blessings

It’s not been an easy road, bringing them up. I have often sat back and thought, ‘was I really cut out for this?’ but then I came to realise that you can only do your best, and if you have the right guidance behind you, you can be the most wonderful mother in the world! And honestly, though there are days I could tear my hair out, and scream and shout at them, I love them with all my heart and thank God every day for these two miracles.

My heart melts when they hug me, I feel so special when only ‘mummy’ will do when they are feeling upset or hurt. The smiles they give can turn an awful day into the best in the world… Yup being a mum rocks!

I thank my mother, for giving me the best example I could have hoped for, as a mum. Like I said before, if my children think I’m even half the mother that mine was to me, I’d be a brilliant one!

Happy Mothers day to all you fantastic Mothers out there, today,and every day!

Taken from a guest post I wrote for The Champa Tree a couple of years back.


… But more sweet!

Today we celebrate the birthdays of my precious Lil Man, turning 11 today, and my darling Mum’s birthday too!

Mum, 11 years ago, I gave you a gift, I could be ever better… Your first grandchild. All I can give you now are a multitude of thanks. For being my mum, for making me, for being there all the time, my rock, loving me no matter what…

We wish you a most wonderful birthday today, and hope to see you soon to celebrate properly 😍🎂🎁

Lil Man, 11 years ago, you finally popped out, and into our world. A screaming ball of love and fun. So wanted were you, our first born, that when you were placed on my chest, we didn’t even think to ask whether you were boy or girl. The years of turmoil and heartache were worth it. 

You have grown into a young man I am so proud of, coping with difficulties with gumption, a superstar in your chosen sporting activities, a champion dhol player, and an all round wonderful boy.

Today is bittersweet because as I wish you happy birthday, you’re not here with us. Instead you are celebrating your birthday away, with your school friends. I know you will be having fun, but know that we miss you and love you so much!

When you are back, you will have grown even more, in so many ways. A new maturity, after being away, and another year under your belt. Who cares if you haven’t gained as many inches as your peers. 

Great things come in small packages, and you, my darling son, are one of the greatest small packages I ever did see!

Happy birthday Mum, and Lil Man!


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