The best gift you can give your child is a healed version of you

 

There’s a certain stillness before life changes forever. When you’re planning to become a parent, or waiting to hold your baby for the first time everything feels hopeful, dreamy, and a little uncertain. You’re setting up a home, choosing names, reading about sleep schedules and baby care. But rarely do we pause to prepare ourselves.

Parenthood doesn’t begin with a crib. It begins with self-awareness.

We often believe love will guide us through everything. And it does, but love when mixed with unhealed wounds, can turn into fear, control, or guilt. A child doesn’t just inherit your eyes or smile, they inherit the way you handle sadness, the tone of your anger, and the quiet of your silence.

Every child becomes a mirror to what’s unresolved within us. They don’t mean to trigger us, they simply show us what still needs healing.

That’s why this book isn’t about how to raise a child. It’s about how to meet yourself before you hold another soul. It’s for those who want to step into parenthood with awareness, not assumption. Because parenting isn’t just about shaping a life, it’s about transforming your own along with your child(ren).

And when you start that journey early, before the noise and chaos take over, you gift your child something priceless, a home where peace isn’t performed, it’s felt.

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Official goodbye to my thirties!

10 years ago, when I wrote my farewell to my twenties, I remember standing at the edge of a decade with a certain urgency. To make sense of what had passed, to gather meaning before moving forward. That post was a closing in some sense.

Turning forty-one however, does not feel like a closing.

It feels like standing in the middle of a long, unfolding sentence; one where the grammar has finally begun to make sense, even if the ending is still unknown. There is less urgency now. Less need to summarise. And more willingness to sit with what is.

If my twenties were about becoming, my thirties were about unraveling what I had become. And now, forty-one feels like something far quieter, far deeper. 

It feels like choosing, with awareness, who I will continue to be. Not in reaction. Not in survival. But in truth. And truth, I am learning with a felt sense, is rarely loud.

Here's my list of 10 experiences of the decade that was:

1. Boundaries taught me what peace actually feels like: For the longest time, I thought closeness meant endurance. Now I know better. Peace is not found in fixing relationships, it is found in observing them clearly and choosing the distance they deserve. Not everyone earns proximity. And that’s not harsh, that’s being honest with yourself.

2. Letting go is not loss, it is liberation: There is a quiet strength in no longer holding on to people who cannot meet you,  to versions of yourself that no longer fit, and to narratives that keep you small. Letting go isn’t giving up. It’s making space for something that truly aligns with who you are and who you are becoming. 

3. Healing is a lifelong discipline: It’s not a phase, it’s not a one-time breakthrough. It is a continuous returning to yourself, to truth, and to awareness. Some wounds soften. Some patterns reappear. But the difference now is that I meet them with consciousness, not avoidance.

4. Mental health is not negotiable: Clarity of mind is everything. Protecting your mental space, what you consume, who you engage with, what you tolerate, is no longer optional. It is foundational. Peace is built, choice by choice.

5. Physical health is self-respect in action: Energy is currency which I built in my twenties and leveraged in my thirties. Because I have such a strong muscle memory of fitness, I have finally reached a place where taking care of my body is no longer about discipline. It is about devotion. 

6. Silence is not emptiness, it is power: The art of silence, introspection and witnessing yourself as is has given me more reason to go inward every time I am vulnerable. I no longer feel the need to explain, or respond to or for that matter prove anything. Silence has become a filter. It reveals what truly deserves my energy and what doesn’t. 

7. BHAG: Allowing myself to dream without shrinking it: A Big Hairy Audacious Goal once felt intimidating. Now it feels necessary. Not because I need to achieve more, but because I refuse to live small. My dreams are no longer edited to fit comfort zones, be it mine or anyone else’s.

8. Reclaiming my voice: There were years of quieting myself to maintain peace. That version of me served a purpose. But she is no longer leading. Reclaiming my voice is not about being louder, it is about being truer. The need for being authentic outweighs anything that it costs me when I look at myself now and in future. 

9. Grief and forgiveness doesn’t always look like loss: When you grieve, you soften into clarity and you stop outsourcing your worth. Grieving taught me how fleeting our life is. Forgiveness often misunderstood as reconciliation, excusing bad behaviour or being morally superior, is simply making peace with the fact that the past cannot be changed. Forgiveness taught me how much space the past was occupying in my today's life.

10. Rebuilding is sacred work: After letting go, after grieving, after seeing clearly and after forgiving, comes rebuilding. Neither rushed not forced, but intentional. This time, I am not building from expectation. I am building from truth.

At forty-one, life is no longer about becoming someone new. It is about becoming honest, removing what was never mine and standing authentically in what remains. These ten lessons make me look forward to what the next 10 years are going to teach me! 

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It’s Never Too Late

There is a quiet myth many parents carry that growth has a deadline. That repair must happen early, or not at all. That once a child reaches a certain age, the window closes.

It doesn’t.

Parenting is not confined to childhood years or legal milestones. It is a living relationship, one that continues to evolve as long as there is willingness, awareness, and love.

Whether your child is five, fifteen, or thirty five, they are still watching you. Not with the wide-eyed dependence of early years, but with a deeper curiosity of how you handle discomfort, how you take responsibility, how you respond when something old surfaces and asks to be healed.

Every time you pause instead of reacting, something shifts. Every time you choose honesty over authority, safety deepens. Every time you say, “I’m learning too,” a new pattern is born. Healing does not require perfect timing. It requires presence.

This book was written for parents who feel they may have arrived late to awareness. For those who believe they should have known better earlier. For those carrying regret, guilt, or the quiet ache of “if only.”

Change does not lose its power with time. In fact, it often gains depth. When a parent grows later in life, the impact can be profound, because it shows that evolution is possible at any age. Because it teaches children, grown or growing, that repair is not a one-time event, but a lifelong skill.

Parenting is not about raising a child perfectly. It is about remaining in a relationship with yourself, and with them. And if you are wondering whether it still matters, whether your effort will still be felt, whether awareness now can undo years of silence or misunderstanding, this book is here to remind you exactly that.

It is never too late.

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It's not that complicated!

If you doubt when all seems great,  

Know what you see, can be manipulated!

Truth is always stranger than fiction, 

Because your gut can sense what is hidden!

Looks can be deceptive, 

Words can be fake!

It is hard to simplify matters, 

Because everyone loves to complicate!

All the stories you've heard,

Everything you were told to be true, 

Can fall apart with one simple question -

Is there more to what meets the eye, even a tiny clue?

 

It takes courage to question what you hear,

It takes strength to revisit what you see!

It is tiring to stand up against the wrong,

But standing up for what is right, will set you free!

So do not ignore your gut feelings

Never doubt your gut's doubts, 

It is your guiding star

When everything is confusing and dark! 

10 Years In: What Parenting Taught Me About Life, Healing, and Becoming

When I wrote about saying goodbye to my twenties at thirty-one, I realised something unsettling that I had never truly captured the first two decades of my life.

It wasn’t that I wasn’t writing. I’ve been writing since childhood, and I even started this blog at twenty-two. But somehow, the years that shaped me the most remained undocumented. Maybe I wasn’t ready. Maybe I didn’t yet have the lens to see those experiences clearly. Or maybe, like many of us, I was too busy living them to pause and reflect.

Either way, that window passed. But life, in its quiet generosity, offers second chances in unexpected ways.

Parenthood, I’ve come to realise, is one such chance. It is not just about raising a child, it is also about meeting yourself again. If you’re willing to see it, you don’t just witness your child growing up; you witness your own childhood unfolding in front of you. You get to revisit, re-feel, and sometimes even rewrite what once was.

So instead of mourning what I hadn’t written, I chose the next best opportunity, to reflect on my first decade as a parent. As I step into my eleventh year of motherhood, here are the ten truths that have quietly, persistently shaped me:

1. Life is made of fleeting moments: The days feel long, but the years collapse into each other. The phases you think will last forever disappear overnight. Presence is not a luxury, it is indeed everything.

2. Comparison is a psychological trap: Whether it’s milestones, parenting styles, or life choices; comparison corrodes joy. It distorts reality and disconnects you from your own path.

3. A support system is not optional: No one is meant to do this alone. Parenting without support isn’t strength, it’s depletion. Community, in whatever form you can build it, is essential.

4. Growth cannot be instructed, only modelled: Children don’t become what you tell them. They become what they see. Who you are speaks louder than anything you say.

5. Life evolves, it doesn’t end: Versions of you will dissolve, but they make space for new ones. Motherhood didn’t erase me; it expanded me in ways I couldn’t have imagined.

6. Your voice becomes their inner voice: The way you speak to them and around them, echoes inside them long after the moment has passed. Your tone today becomes their self-talk tomorrow.

7. Healing is not optional, it is foundational: Unresolved wounds don’t disappear; they resurface in your parenting. Doing your inner work is one of the most profound gifts you can give your child.

8. Boundaries create safety, not distance: Structure is not harshness. Boundaries are not rejection. They are the framework within which trust and security are built.

9. The pace is relentless: There is no pause button. Parenting demands energy, attention, and presence, often all at once. Learning to regulate yourself within this pace is survival.

10. Your children are your greatest teachers: You may guide them, but they will transform you. They hold up mirrors you didn’t know you needed and ask questions you didn’t know you had.

As I step into this next year, I’m less interested in doing parenting “right” and more committed to doing it consciously. Because in the end, parenting isn’t just about raising a child. It’s about raising yourself, all over again. 

If I am a memory

 

Our meeting was a stroke of serendipity,

There was no history neither familiarity.

Yet we bonded like a house on fire!

So if I am a memory, remember me for the fire! 

Days became months and months became years together,

Even the distances in miles kept increasing forever. 

A lot changed in this time but never our connection!

So if I am a memory, remember me for the connection!

Shared moments in life make fond memories,

But life in itself is full of bitter sweet symphonies.

We have our share of hurt but we sure have more happy quirks!

So if I am a memory, remember me for the happy quirks!

I see you, I hear you and I understand you,

Not for an imaginary version of you, but you being you.

Not because I need you or I want you, but because I choose you! 

So if I am a memory, remember me for choosing you!