THE TIMES OF AMMA
       Inspiring Mothers One Day At A Time

Those of you who follow the Times of Amma on Instagram and Facebook know, that in March 2018, I had the wonderful opportunity to speak at an conference that focused on Diversity. It was the 20th anniversary conference of FIGT or the non-profit association called Families in Global Transition and the conference was held at the World Trade Center in The Hague, Netherlands. It was a pleasure to participate in discussions that spanned the history, present and future of expatri

I look at myself in the bathroom mirror, gently touching the stretch marks criss-crossing across the length of my belly, a belly that was never taut but never as soft and saggy, as it is today. Further down, a thin brown line made of slightly puckered skin marks where my body was split open to give safe passage to my children. Once in 2011 and once in 2016. Both times after days and hours of intense waves of painful labour, hoping and praying that I would not need medical ass

My four-year-old daughter was sitting at her desk, carefully colouring in something. I squatted beside her as my one-year-old son crawled around happily beside me. ‘What are you doing, sweetheart?’ I asked. She looked up with a smile and showed me her masterpiece. It was a picture of the Indian Flag that she had drawn herself. The kids were discussing world cultures in my daughter's pre-school, here in Manila, Philippines. And she was representing India. Though both my child

I was walking down the street with my four and half year old daughter skipping along beside me. We were walking home from school. This time is just for us — mother and daughter sans her dad or her brother. We talk about what happened in school, what I did when she was at school and about pretty much anything she wants to talk about. As we walked on, I decided to tell her about the advanced swimming lessons I had just started with. Though I had been swimming for years, I had n