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PERMISSION GRANTED or I LOVE YOU

Mom. Mumma. My greatest champion from Day 1. The wind beneath my wings. My Captain American Shield when the world was too responsive. My cloak of invisibility when the world was too judgemental.

My Batman utility belt when I was stuck in a jam. My Wonder Woman lasso when I was hiding from the truth. My MK Armor (in all its variations, allowing me to rise and shine, to propel and repel). My Power Ring allowing me incredible strength at times where it didn’t make sense (like a Ryan Renolds movie).

My Lightforce (eff the Darkforce) — cleansing, healing, redeeming.

My Mumma.

I read this post. I see you share this post. And all I wish is that the Marvel and DC Universe’s would unite, bring together all of their super powers, and make one thing happen: the alleviation of your pain. I know it’s not possible. I knew a long time ago that you were the world’s greatest superhero. I know today that you also carry the world’s greatest superpower–the ability to live, to move forward, with grace, without your own Allspark.

And I love you for it. And I am here for you. And you are allowed, all you feel. I can’t take it away.

But #iamgrateful and #iamthankful that you raised me. The rest is all comic book fodder. (Also…Mom you won’t get most of these references so we’ll cover them when I see you this weekend! Love you!)

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MY SIS or CREATING SPACE

My sis is my guardian angel. She always did everything at home, for my family, for our parents, so I could run off and explore the world. For 17 years, splitting time with my mom, she was the primary daily caretaker of my bedridden ba (grandmother).

While I was off being a kid and a teenager, my sis went from 11yo to grownup overnight. With a daily list of responsibilities that filled the day, and reset at midnight. It wasn’t until she was approaching 30, when my ba passed away, that she was able to focus on herself. But at that point, life was in full swing.

Work.

Expectations.

Society.

My sis never had a childhood and she never had the chance to truly focus on herself later in life.

That’s what my Daddy wanted for her more than anything. For her to take that step back, find out how amazing she is, achieve her fullest potential as one of the sincerest and purest and most loving people the world has ever known. They had that discussion in December before my parents left for India, and even in January he was telling her “2018 is your year.”

The power of love, with family and with friends, puts the world’s most powerful force (love) against the most delicate of subjects (human feelings). What my Daddy and my Mumma have always wanted for my sister is what they believe is best for her. It didn’t always work for both sides. For all the mutual want, she never had the space or the opportunity or the impetus to create that space for herself when the world wouldn’t give it to her.

As we search for our “why” around all of this mess, Anu Kiran, I have found one that gives me peace.

May be an image of 2 people and people smiling

Daddy wanted to give you space in a way nobody else in the world could.

The single thing that will make him the happiest (not would, but will, as this is not a past tense appreciation) is reading your note below, and watching you move forward with that torch firmly in hand.

#iamgrateful and #iamthankful for the power and selflessness that the most powerful father/daughter bond I have known for my lifetime, has created.

Godspeed, my angel. Godspeed.

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My $.02 | IMHO | Moms

I’m a Dad. Which is fantastic. But as amazing as that is, I’m not and never will be a Mom. Which is humbling. Mom’s are cut from a different cloth. Which is why the best thing we can do is surround ourselves with them. As our own. As grandmothers. As aunts. As siblings. As friends. As … my wife. I’m blessed and amazed to have been raised by someone so amazing and now, to find myself standing next to someone equally brilliant.

Happy Mother’s Day, Mumma. I am and would be nothing without you. My compassionate and loving sister and I are and would be nothing without you.

Happy Mother’s Day too, Mom. You make a word I never thought I could associate to someone else, roll off the tongue.

Happy Mother’s Day to my Ba’s (gone too soon), my Masi, my Fai, my Mamis, my Kakis. And Happy Mother’s Day to my friends’ moms who represent the village that raised me. Happy Mother’s Day to my sisters, through blood and (or) through my own sheer luck. Happy Mother’s Day to all of my amazing friends who have served as role models leading up to 1/12/2014 and now, beyond.

And Happy First Mother’s Day to the love of my life, my wife. I’ve always been awed by you. And the past few months have only proven that I’ve had every reason to be. Happy Mother’s Day. Happy, Happy, Happy Mother’s Day.

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