Us.. Dewy and I or I and Dewy

2 years before... almost in same time
... I was drowning with apprehensions of managing Dewy alone.

Let's face it. I am never a patient person. My patience level has always been paper thin. So dealing with all the daily routines and dealing with her seemed a high task.

The first reality of it hit in the Boston airport. We had 4 hrs layover. After all answering/stamping business, we had over 2.5 hours. I wanted to get my phone activated using that 30 mins airport wifi time and I couldn't.

I needed that to inform my colleagues to come pick me in the final place. I was trying to find a way out and Dewy being a kid was all interested in playing.I snapped and told her that this is not a good time.

And now in 2 years time, I have grown with her. I have my share of good and bad days as far as Dewy is concerned.

I think that totally, selflessly dedicating your life and basing them on your kids is a very tough thing to do.

Most of them might be doing it, but it drives me crazy when there isn't any "me" left.

I may not be standing on the highest pedestal when you look from Dewy perspective. I did what I had to maintain sanity. I taught my daughter to respect that other person even if it's your mother has some time which cannot be barged into. And I think I am happy I did that.



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