My first weekend alone with Kalindi was only recently, when she was a year and eight months old.
As a parent living in India, I’m so blessed to be able to afford lots and lots of help. We’ve had help with Kalindi from day 1, and I feel like I’m a more peaceful and relaxed mother because of that. I’ve had enough time to heal, have been able to balance my life with motherhood and have assimilated a lot of tidbits about child rearing, culture and even boundaries.
There’s a pigeon who has laid eggs outside the window of my bathroom. Every time I open the door of the bathroom, no matter how quietly, she gets disturbed. I feel bad, acutely. When I was shown into this room Dheeraj told me they noticed the eggs for the first time when they came back from Diwali break, and they didn’t have the heart to push them out. Every time the pigeon flutters in alarm and walks away from her eggs I feel an ache in my heart. I know how the pigeon feels. I don’t want to be responsible for its fear, I want it to know her eggs are safe.