“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

Second The Best!

Peeps, I cannot thank you enough, those of you that voted and/or shared my repetitive posts over the last week.

The Author Shout Cover Wars this week featured my book, Poetic RITUals, and thanks to your help, I came second only to the rabid Zombie Dogs! (Congratulations to that book and author. I am no sore loser!)

You know the old rhyme,

First the worst
Second the best
Third the one with the hairy chest!

Well… there you have it!

Sorry… That is the child in me coming out…!

Seriously, though, a sincere thank you.  It is wonderful to see who is out there in our blogily, willing to do that extra bit to help our blogily members! Whether it was one vote, or a daily occurrence, or a share somewhere on social media, they all helped, and I am very happy with the result!

If you are interested in checking out my book, click myBook.to/PoeticRITUals to go to the Amazon of your country to take a look and purchase if you wish!



Friday Feelings – Give Thanks

Seriously, I do this all the time!! (Maybe quietly in public, but definitely loudly in my car!)

Do you?

 I was brought up to have manners, our school motto was ‘The grace of God is in Courtesy”.


 It’s not a tough thing. It stretched across all creeds, colours and religions. No one is above saying Thank you.

 Yet everyday, I see all sorts of people who seem to omit that little phrase, or word, from their conversations, or short exchanges.

The kids I work with, we constantly repeat it to them, as they are given things, so they understand when to say it. And in other situations.

My children have been taught, and Lil Man is very good, Lil Princess needs reminding,especially when she is in her pre-pre-teen strop mode, but she does too.

But they do laugh at none in the car if I exaggeratedly say “Thank you!”  to a person I have just given way to, who hasn’t acknowledged, by hand, or a headlight flash, to say thanks. In fact they look out too, and  tell me when thanks have not been given!

Walking along a road, or in the shops, if someone has moved for me, or assisted me, I will always give a word of thanks, and I will mutter some under my breath if someone who I have helped ‘forgets’ to say their own….

Thank you, thank you very much, thanks, or even a simple Ta! It’s not hard, is it?

Today, make sure you remember to say thank you, at least once, where you might not even think to say it normally. And if you are the possessor of children, show them the right examples, encourage them to say it too!

That is my little request for you today!

Have a wonderful Friday peeps!


Grandparents… Very precious commodity in the lives of their grandchildren.
Not that you always think it…

My two munchkins are lucky enough to have all 4 of theirs in their lives. My in-laws live right next to us, and my own parents are 3 hours away, but still here and actively involved in their grandchildren’s lives.

I never had the pleasure of even meeting my paternal grandparents, they passed away when my Pops was young. He lost his father when Pops was a child himself, and his Mother when he was in Mumbai studying to become a dentist, far away from her in Kenya. But I hear of them as being loving, amazing people, and I wish I had a chance to meet them, just once, to thank them for making my Pops the person he is.

My mum’s parents have also both left us, but at least I met them. But they never lived close to us, always in Kenya, while we were in the UK. My Nanaji, granddad, is a person I remember as such a strong, respected character, well known in his community, a charitable man who always tried to help better the lives of others by paying for the education of his employees children, and encouraging his own to be what they could. He even sent my mum abroad to University in the UK, not a usual thing in the 60’s for a young indian girl, because he believed in equality and gave all his children the same opportunities. He passed away when I was 6, but even from such a young age, my memories of him are etched in my heart. My Nani, grandma, was the sole grandparent I got to know. We had snatched holidays to spend with her, over in Kenya, and she would sporadically come over here to stay with us. She was a funny lady,never saying anything correctly, with all sorts of funny foibles! Telling my cousins, brother and I off when we were together for making too much noise, but them worrying when we were too quiet! OCD about her cutlery, I remember her counting spoons on numerous occasions! Plus she had so much love to give. I was 22 when she died, old enough to really understand what I was losing. All my grandparents, gone. My one consolation was that, though she had not met my Hubby Dearest, she had known about him, and had spoken with him on the phone.

Getting married, I was so happy, and one of the many reasons I was happy was that I would, by default, be getting some grandparents! Hubby Dearest had both his wonderful grandmothers alive at the time we got married. One in India, but one lived here too, so I would get to experience that grandmotherly affection once again!

India Grandma was the loveliest lady, she accepted me into the family with open arms, was forever hugging me when we would go to India to see the family, and was a wise woman, with sage advice to give. It was a blow to lose her 2 years into our marriage. UK grandma was another great character! She never managed to say my name correctly, I was Mitu to her, right until the end! We forged a strong relationship, and I had the pleasure of giving her 2 great-grand kids, whom she doted on! But, again, a few short years ago, just under 3 actually, she also passed away.

Knowing these inspirational people, with so much knowledge, time and stories were no longer with us made me sad, but more determined that our kids should be able to have unlimited access to their own grandparents. It made me look at our parents on a different light.

My in-laws, born and brought up in India, came over here, with minimal education, and worked their fingers to the bone to create a loving, secure home, not only for their kids but for my father in-law’s parents and siblings too. Dad worked 14-16 hour shifts, didn’t see his own children growing up properly, to secure 2 homes for the family. Mum in-law worked in various menial jobs to support her husband too, along with looking after the family. They bring a sense of security to our children. They are spoken to in our mother tongue by my in-laws, to ensure that they still have a good knowledge and respect for their culture. My lovely mother in-law has learned all sorts to keep the kids happy and occupied, always having their favourite programmes recorded for them to watch when we go to them, and even learning how to Loom Band!! Dad in-law always tells me how he loves this time with them, he missed it with his own children. Lil Princess was even born on his birthday, so he shares a special link with her! Me and Hubby Dearest are here to make sure they are good British Citizens, speaking English, and educating them on things they need to know growing up here.

When we can, we go to my parents, where they get a different grandparently experience! It’s like holidays all the time, and yes, they do get a little spoiled, but on the flip side, having English speaking, educated grandparents too, gives them a chance to converse and learn from a different perspective. Plus, they get the Kenya boost from them then too!
Lil Man is an excellent Dhol player, so when he’s with my Pops, they make music and dance around! And, not sure how, but he also shares a birthday with his grandparent… My mum! Lil Princess is always dipping in my mums endless boxes of treasures, finding things to inherit!

The great things with grandmothers, both of them, is they appear to have infinite patience! Where I will get agitated after a short while of ‘help’ from the kids in the kitchen, they can be with them for hours, and put up with the mess created, much to the joy of the kids! And the same with grandfathers… a park outing is mentioned once and they are off. If they say the same to me, I have a list of things to do first!

And if you mention your wishes to these amazing grandparents, somehow they seem to fulfil most of them! ( though I do have to curb that ability sometimes, to stop the kids getting too spoilt!)


Sometimes, when we’ve had endless after school activities, and I’m shattered, the last thing I want to do is go anywhere, but still, I make sure these kids see their local grandparents almost everyday. These are the folk who, in emergencies, are there for us, when the kids are ill, are able to go see that christmas show that the kids are in, as we, as parents, couldn’t get the time off, are at the end of the phone for any advice.

Ok, so that opportunity is not available for my parents, but we try and ensure contact with them too, everyday. That good night phone call happens without fail every night! And again, precious advice given, words of encouragement, it’s all important!

There’s a quote by someone, “Grandchildren are so much fun, I wish I’d had them first!” Because you, as a grandparent, aren’t fully responsible for the child. You can do the fun stuff, but leave the essential discipline to the parents! Then there’s the quote ” I love my grandkids, I can give them back!” Again, enjoy your time with those precious bundles then refresh yourself until the next time they descend! Parents don’t have that outlook on things. So this is why its so important to have time with those oldies! (Though they’re not always old!)

You see, grandparents ARE a precious commodity, and now mine are gone, I want to make sure my children fully appreciate theirs, and get the love and affection only a grandparent can give.

We Did It!


We, seriously, WE did it… Actually YOU did it!

Thank you so much for helping to make my 40th birthday dream come true!

Over 30 of you reblogged my initial post, and so many people, new members of my Blogily, hit that follow button! You seriously made my day/week/month/birthday!!!

It’s times like this when I know our community is so strong, and if you do care for your blogily, they’ll look out for you too!
Huge thank you again to you all!

So, my dear new friends, what to expect from me…

I’m a wife, mum, daughter, sister, and teacher… Inspiration comes from all these roles, and I try to use my personal experience to write.

You will meet my Hubby Dearest, Lil Man, my 10 year old son, Lil Princess, my 7 year old daughter, and Sonu Singh, our Punjabi Kitty, among others along the way!

I am a bit random, but organised in my randomness too (I am a Virgo after all. Can’t let go too much!).

You’ll get lots of positivity, I’ll try to give you something to giggle about, or think about most mornings, and in the evening, there is anything from my Kids Logic series, anecdotes, or memories, something creative, or even recipes! I am 2 chapters into a story I started to write, which I am posting on Wednesday evenings too, and I would love your feedback on that too! You can see the first two chapters Here. A huge favourite on here, is also the mini star of the blog, my cat!

I love to read your posts as much as I like to write, and am having a great time on vacation from school, as I can read and connect properly, but as soon as my teacher hat goes back on in 2 weeks, it’ll be a little harder… But I do try… My old faithful blogily can vouch for than, I hope! 

So again, a huge thank you Peeps, you rock!!!!!


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