I got an award. The Versatile Blogger Award. The last time I was awarded anything I was 16. So man was I shocked, and ecstatic! And it’s for my blogging. I only started doing this a few months ago. I’m a novice. It’s encouraging to know that someone is reading this stuff though, and even liking it.
The blogger who awarded it to me, whose blog, The Valentine 4 you have to check out, is a good, spirited writer. I stumbled upon it from a comment she made at another blog I was reading. I was immediately hooked to her strong, sensitive, and honest, writing style. So I subscribed.
She has two children, runs a household, runs a home daycare, runs races as a triathlete, does yoga, reads, writes both thought-provoking and thoughtful posts…Wow!
So back to the award. I told M immediately. I smiled, and thought of cart-wheeling, jumping up and down, and running around the house. Maybe I should have, but that morning R and L were doing enough damage.
The chocolate milk that was accidentally knocked off the table turned into on-purpose spilling. I cleaned it up while discussing the Zambian elections with my parents on Skype. Every time they said anything L sang a loud song in my ears.
I was also chatting with a friend in NY. He still had a few more hours in the evening to go, while we had just woken up. I grew up hanging out with him, in Zambia. He hoped the democratic process would win. In other news, he told me that a mutual friend and his wife would have twins soon. I was even more excited. R tapped the keyboard. Strange boxes appeared on the screen.
The computer crashed.
I was clearly trying too hard. And the whining and crying that went on a lot of the night, was worse. It was getting to me.
What we all needed was Savasana.
I walked into the kitchen where M was making pancakes. “I can’t handle it today. I’m going crazy….” I said this to him, almost shaking.
Our ayi (nanny) walked into the apartment at the same time.
“What do you want to do?” he asked.
“My Pranayama.” I replied.
“Ask xiao He (ayi) to give them a bath. Do your Pranayama in the spare room. Close the door. I’ll take them out for a walk,” he replied.
I was proud of myself for talking to him right then. For asking for help. Grateful for his response.
As I was doing my breath-work practice, R burst into the room naked from his bath. I froze. I didn’t want to erupt, not again today. Not now.
He gave me a sweet, long hug.
Maher walked in, asked Rahul if he wanted to make R, L, and N shaped pancakes with him. Rahul rushed out of the room.
A few days on, a little more calm, probably just because I’m the only one up in the house at this hour, I’m showing off my award!
The “award rules” state: Thank and link the blogger who awarded it to you. State 7 random things about yourself. Award it to 15 newly discovered blogs you enjoy. And let them know.
Here are my 7 things:
1. I used to be a classical Indian Bharatanatyam dancer. I went to Chennai, India right after high school for a three-month stint at a renowned dance school. I Chose to go to uni in Canada instead of continuing seriously with dance.
2. I was at an all girls dorm for my first year in uni. I was scared shit-less because it was the first time I would have to “deal” with girls. I have two brothers, a male cousin I used to hang out with, and mainly guy friends. Despite listening to the other girls on my floor whining about their boyfriend issues, and to my screaming neighbour if anyone woke her up after she went to bed at 8pm, she and others became some of my closest friends.
3. The last time I went “home,” to Zambia, was over 8 years ago.
4. I started to drive when I was 15 My brothers were even younger. I stopped at 17, when I left Zambia. I’ve changed many wheels, and fixed other basic car stuff. Now I don’t
can’t drive or do any car related things.
5. I’ve bungee jumped off a 110m high bridge in Livingstone, and jumped out of a plane. With a parachute! And an experienced teacher.
6. I saw a psychic in Calgary.
7. I was under 5 years old when the car my dad was driving in the middle of the night, at high-speed, on an unlit highway from Lusaka to Livingstone over-turned. I was in the back seat. A family friend was next to my dad. I don’t know if I had my seat belt on. None of us were hurt.
And now, finally to the best part. Here are the 15 bloggers who get The Versatility Award:
Hedvig’s Permaculture Adventures
Momma Be Thy Name
Peaches and Curry
Balance Yoga Wellness
The next two are young cousins of mine who trusted me enough to start blogs!
The next four are twin mum blogs that I have only occasionally dipped into, either because I have very recently discovered them, have two toddlers running around all day and up often at night, or because of the internet censorship with certain blog carriers like blogspot here in China.
Goddess in Progress
Double the Fun
Life Not Finished
Thanks for reading, taking the time to comment and discuss, even like posts on my blog.
If you’re on this list, pass on the love.
15 thoughts on “Pancakes, Chocolate Milk, and an Award.”
Hey Natasha – congratulations for getting the award. I was tickled to see that I ‘know’ two of your nominated bloggers from different stages of my life: Hedvig’s Permaculture Adventures (she co-designed my garden in London), and Momma Be Thy Name (I guest posted on her site). What a small, small, blogging world 😉
Thanks for dropping by. I found your site after reading your Guest Post at Momma Be Thy Name, but Hedvig! She’s a real-life friend of mine from school in Lusaka. How crazy is that?
Hey, thank you so much! I’m looking forward to checking out the other blogs you mentioned – always fun to find some new great blogs to read.
I didn’t know you were one of the African Indians (or whatever they call it) – how interesting! I’ve been fascinated by the lives of Indians living in Africa since taking a class on migration and gender during my MA, especially the fate of those thrown out by nationalist movements after having lived there and called it a home there for generations. Very interesting 🙂
Yeah, I have no idea what the “correct” terminology is. Luckily, Zambia isn’t like Uganda, and others, I still have family back there safe and happy.
Really got into your 15 blogs last night by the way!
I can literally see rahul running up to, all naked and cute and hugging you… what a sweetheart!
I was meaning to start mine today, instead, I decided to catch up on yours!!
Start your blog! I can’t wait.
Why is asking for help so hard? I really struggle with that, especially in September with fall-mayhem/new-beginnings and just too much going on. Lovely post, Natasha 🙂
I don’t know what’s up with asking for help!
Thanks for the smile.
How Sweet! Thank you 😀
Your blog is cool! Versatile for sure. You’re welcome.
OMG Natasha! Thanks and Congratulations to you too! I feel like our blog is floundering while yours is flourishing. I love reading about your adventures in yoga & babies & everything else. You’ve got a great voice. Keep it up!
You’re welcome. Glad you’re enjoying it, and thanks for the encouragement!
Thanks for the shout-out Natasha.
And I’ve been there. I don’t know why asking for help is so difficult, but things are always better when you do.
Yeah, silly why it’s so hard to ask. Just emailed while you commented.