Conversations with a 4-year-old

Something happens when you become a parent, you feel the need to dole out advice where you can. I don’t think it’s in a way to one-up anyone, I think it’s more so to help others out. Somehow you’ve cracked the parenting code and you just want to share your wealth of knowledge. At least that’s the idea for most of us I think. I haven’t been at this parenting thing too long now, almost five years this coming April. Compared to one’s average lifespan, that’s just a blip in time. Therefore, I wouldn’t take much of what I’m spewing in this post too seriously. 

But here’s what I’ve learned so far

Nipple Wanted

“BRB,” I quickly typed into the Microsoft Teams app on my phone as I made my way to the inpatient wards, “I’m just going to look for a nipple!”

OHMYGOD, We’re Back Again

We slowly walked away with forlorn expressions and broken hearts but then seconds later (once we were safely out of sight), jumped with total elation. Oh, Happy Day! It was the first day of

It’s Not Me, It’s Actually You

“Mama?! Mama!! Help me, Mama!!!”

I am convinced there’s nothing more terrifying than being suddenly jolted out of sleep by deafening, frenzied screaming. My first frantic thought is:

Screaming To Be Heard

I’m running down the street- enraged and heated. All I can see is red. With tears streaming down my face, I’m screaming at the top of my lungs- a primal, ear-splitting, guttural scream. This is as close to reality as my