Just like actress Kareena Kapoor Khan in the Bollywood movie
‘Jab we met’, I also used to fantasize being married and have a family
of my own since my teens :) ( Grass is always green on the other side. Never knew how
hard it is until I was married ;) (Pun intended)).
After
completing my engineering in computer science I was placed at a multinational organisation
from my university campus. Married to my love, enjoying my life as an
individual not worried or bothered about anything until I had my son.
It was in
the early morning of the cold November winter when my little cupid came into my
arms. Tears flowing from my eyes as I
planted my first kiss on his forehead... the best moment of my life... After 7
years of working in a corporate industry I decided to be a stay-at-home-mum,
nurture my little one and see him grow happily... Well it was definitely not
that “happily ever after” fairy tale I used to dream about since my childhood...the whole spectrum of my life
changed...
“Somewhere
Between Love and Madness Lies...Motherhood." Sure it's rewarding, but it's
also not all Hallmark Moments. A look at the lighter side of being an ageing,
carb-eating, non-exercising, sleep-deprived stay at home Mom...
Amidst those
initials stages almost close to 2 years of dreadful sleepless nights trying to
control his tears, with tears flowing from my eyes cursing the lord, putting up
with his sudden tantrums and fussy eating habits I was learning to be a mother...
All this while it was only about me and my stuff, experiencing the joy of “taking”...
but since my son it was always about him and his needs..I realized the ecstasy
of “giving”...
Managing my
kid along with laundry, cooking, cleaning, shopping, groceries drove me insane doing
things round the clock and drifted me completely from my social life...
I realized the phrase “Working Mother” is redundant :).
But when I hear those meaningless tiny phrases from my little one or see that beautiful giggle or a chuckle on his face, or some naughty funny moves he makes, those funny curious questions he asks me... all the hardships I had undergone disappears just in a flash of a second...
I realized the phrase “Working Mother” is redundant :).
But when I hear those meaningless tiny phrases from my little one or see that beautiful giggle or a chuckle on his face, or some naughty funny moves he makes, those funny curious questions he asks me... all the hardships I had undergone disappears just in a flash of a second...
Being a
mother has given me the strength, immense patience and the will to handle all odds
of life at ease... My little boy is three and half years now and started with
his nursery schooling... There is still a very long way for me to go as a mother
but definitely has given me the confidence to face it... the pride and the joy of “being
a mother”.... :)
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