As someone who has been living away from the nest (yes! The home where my parents live), I could call myself a frequent traveler. But travelling after becoming a mom has taken an all together different meaning. Earlier the idea of travelling excited me no end. Days before the scheduled travel I would be a chirpy bird, putting my packing together and dreaming about the adventures that would await me enroute my destination. But ever since I became a mother, the preceding days see me more nervous than excited. The reason? I fear that I might just forget something crucial for the travel. Or that I might pack all wrong and put stuff that needs to be in the hand luggage (specially the kids stuff). Continue Reading
