I have "winged"it for 5 months now... woohoo :)

Why did I decide to start a blog? Why not do it when I was on maternity leave? Why do it when I am back at work?

Let me tell you why... cos no one prepares you for the truth. That little bundle of joy just invades your life, your life is no longer your life. Every waking moment is spent on that little human. You have meltdowns, you have mood swings, you have I want to run and hide moments, then you have moments when you really wonder , is she really yours? Did you actually create this perfect human being? And the most often thought thought, what was my life like before her.

An introduction is in order, yes right, adjusting to the adult word is also a transition, we have to use actually words :P

My name is Denita Dasruth. I am a first time mum at 36 (21 with 15 years experience). Its amazing how all your other achievements became so trivial compared to the mum title. Anyway, I am Sales Manager at an IT Company. Before I was a mother, I was a wife, a sister, cousin, a niece, a daughter, a daughter in law and friend. I am an independent strong 21st century woman but none of that matters now, now I am Myuri's mum.

Myuri Lee Ganasen, my 5 month old daughter. She is my life, my heartbeats, the very reason I breathe. She is my miracle. I never wanted to be that mom, you know that mom where every conversation, every upload is of their child. But I am proud to admit I am that mom. Myuri is the centre of my universe. I should say ours cos my husband, Kevin feels the same way I do.

A little history... I was born in Phoenix, Durban to a not so typical Indian couple. I am their firstborn. And the eldest grandchild on my mum's side. (there is a reason I mention specific introductions). My parents was not the ordinary couple. You could say I come from destructive home. But destruction was not all bad I had my brother, Sudesh (aka Nash) and my mum. I did not know it at that time but they became my strength. My mum passed away when I was 12. Leaving me with my 7 year old brother. My last conversation with her was me promising to take care of him. I hope did you proud there mum.

That early life lessons was hard but I am glad for it. It made me the person I am. Skip a few years, school was hard, I was not the social butterfly, I was the friend of the social butterfly. I was the nerd friend. Living with my mum's family made life easier. They are the best and gave us everything we ever wanted. After school was over, I was supposed to go to university and become a journalist. But life happened and I lost my best friend, my Naani (my granny). I did not want to follow the plan. So I moved up to Johannesburg and became a rebel. In the "rebel"phase I met Kevin, my husband.

Our first meeting was lets say interesting. Two people who never liked each other.

And now 17 years later (loads of adventures, lessons and memories later) we are still together and parents of the best thing that could happen to us.... Myuri.

The other person that makes my life complete, is my little brother who has taken up the role as elder brother. We have a very odd relationship. We do not talk as often as most siblings but he is my number one, sorry number two now. My life is not complete without him. My brother aka Myuri's Maamu, is the best thing that could ever happen to Myuri (and me)

My journey I am told is interesting and could be the plot of either a comedy or thriller. I have no intention or motive behind this blog. It is just a place for me to "type"my thoughts and feelings. Things that I don't normally say aloud. I am "winging"life and everything that goes with it. You are most welcome to share in my thoughts.

My Family

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