Moments with my tribe!!

A decade ago, when I met my college mates for a long-awaited reunion, our conversation drifted to what bothered us most.

We were women in our thirties — married, managing homes, and trying to build our careers.

We all had kids-two each to be precise. 

We were eternally exhausted, constantly overworked, perpetually sleep deprived, and perennially confused about relationship dynamics.

We were worried about weight gain, hair loss, dull skin, health issues, and mood swings.

We ranted about how our efforts went unnoticed, how no one seemed to understand us, and how our partners found creative ways to pin every blame on us.

But it wasn’t all gloomy.

We were grateful our kids were healthy, kind, and emotionally strong.

We were relieved there were recipes to fall back on when cooking felt impossible.

We were thankful there were still clients and companies willing to work with us despite the career gaps in our CVs.

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Fast forward 10 years to 2025

This time, our discussion centred on parents.

It’s hard to watch them age — to see them grow weaker, forget things, fall sick more often. But the hardest part, perhaps, is noticing the fear and anxiety behind the “I’m fine” smile they struggle to maintain.

A few among us have already lost a parent. They spoke of the quiet ways they try to fill that emptiness with memories.

This time, we did not discuss mood swings. We know how to live with it now.

Hair loss and fine lines never entered the conversation. External validation was no longer a topic. Our partners could blame us all they wanted. We simply didn't care anymore.

But there were brighter notes.

Our kids are teens or adults now, and we couldn’t be prouder.

We have rediscovered our interests. We do what we love, what makes us happy, what makes us feel complete...

We are grateful we have each other, just a call or message away.

In another 10 years, I'm sure our priorities will change. We might find new things to worry about and new things to celebrate.

But I hope one thing never changes: that circle of women who still find comfort in each other’s stories..... 🥰

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and still complain about their husbands with the same enthusiasm!!! 😁