Dear struggling mom,
There is a word in the dictionary that describes the process of becoming a mother. It’s called matrescence. (Still largely unexplored in the medical community)
Well I didn’t know that until recently but am glad they gave some due to the mother who goes through a lot but often is ignored or tends to ignore herself.
A lot of us are having or have had our own share of challenges in having a baby. Everyone’s journey is their own. You can’t really compare it with anyone else’s. But I think it teaches you to be kind and empathetic to the fellow tribe of women who have a baby or who may not have one out of choice or otherwise.
My own personal journey of having a baby was not very easy. I struggled to conceive because of certain conditions. I have had PCOD since I was 23-24 years old. After a lot of medications and tests, I realised I would need surgery before I could have a baby. The yearning to have a baby for a couple of years and this whole journey to get there just made my dream more distant. And the whole mental toll it took was quite a challenge.
Rain clouds have emptied themselves, returning the sky to a washed, bright blue hue. Dragonflies fill the air and the unmissable saffron of genda (marigold) flowers sitting in wicker baskets on roadside stalls beckon the most-awaited festival of autumn - Diwali.
As the moon wanes into amavasya in the night sky preparing for the luminous festival, the memory of my childhood Diwalis come to mind. As a little girl, after I’d bathed and dressed for the festivity, the first scene in the morning that welcomed me every year when I entered the kitchen was my father in his crisp, white kurta pyjama squatting in front of an old kerosene stove.
The clarity of working with and supporting communities of artisans has always been part of Love the World Today’s vision. To really celebrate textile art and promote it through our designs is something that Dipti and I hold very close to our hearts.
As we are inching closer to launching our new cotton hand block-printed festive edit ‘This Little Light of Mine’ and seeing this beautiful collection come to life, here’s taking you on a behind the scenes journey from our trip to our new artisans and showing you what goes behind bringing something to life.
Memories of childhood - a photo story by Nirmala Mayur Patil.
Memories as soft as muslin, woven on the loom of slow days - wishing on stars, swinging under the trees, gazing out of windows, leaving flower gifts in unthinkable places, hiding between curtains, making art on pavements, celebrating sweet messes, tiptoeing, scribbling, having long conversations with secret friends, and believing in fairies.’