I see so many posts and so many people chronicling their lives as if it is the last day or if they are saving all the memories to relive in future. I wonder how do they find time ! My lo have turned one and I haven't realised it at all. I barely have pictures with them or any decent memories. All my memories will be lugging my son back and forth from hospitals, leaving my daughter and husband staying away. This is definitely not how I pictured my life to be. But it is what it is. I need to be strong to pull away from the situation and try and make most of it. I keep saying this to myself so that one day I will act on it.

I made several plans but didn't see even one through. What I will do definitely from this month onwards is losing weight and making more memories with my children. Situations keep happening and people will continue to be difficult but my little ones wont be so little. Even before I know , they would be grown up and I don't want to miss out on the memories. I have waited long enough for this and if anyone has to do it, its me. Second, is to write more. It always feels cathartic when I pen down a few lines. Here goes -

I am a butterfly caught in a storm,
To fly they say is the norm.
Clipped wings, broken dreams
A future bleak as it may seem
I still soar ahead in all my form
I am a butterfly caught in a storm.