Christmas season.

The other day my five-year old asked me a bunch of questions about my family in India. After hearing a bunch of Indian names, he asked if he has an Indian name. Sometimes I wonder how my grandparents lived but I don’t have any written documents, journals about their individual thoughts. I suppose, this blog would serve like a log, gives a glimpse of what we do now, for grandchildren, future Indian American generation. My boys are growing up here and the next generation would be very much American with a tiny bit part of them being Indian.

I just want to be a good Ancestor. It is very important for us to say how much we love our children, grandchildren and the future generations of human race. We don’t say that enough. We need to do this more often. Now! I can pick up and raise a baby from any country, any race, and call him/her as mine, and love her/him forever. It happens in America all the time. So here I repeat again to my future family, to all children, blended, adapted, extended, American, Indian American, Indian, children of all of our human race, whoever you are, wherever you are, you are completely loved and adored just for what you are.

Here I am today, enjoying warm sunny afternoon and the Christmas season. My heart is filled with love for all the babies and the children of this mother earth. You are completely,totally loved. Never question that. And you are never alone. There are always Angels watching over you, wishing and blessing all the love, good fortune and comfort on your way.

“Becoming a mother makes you the mother of all children. From now on each wounded, abandoned, frightened child is yours. You live in the suffering mothers of every race and creed and weep with them. You long to comfort all who are desolate.” – Charlotte Gray.

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