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"I'm a mum and a..."? Too often, we forget that mums play many other roles too. This exhibition is all about being mum and everything else.
So when Aparna mailed me about this Story of Mum series, and asked to write, I jumped. It was such a cool collection of all the wonderful hats that moms all around the globe wore. They may struggle, flourish, curse, glow in the duties and happiness that comes with working through responsibilities of being a mom, but do they do. ..and even enjoy telling a tale or two along the way.
As I looked through various mommy blogs and pictures and descriptions of how each mom looked at themselves, I realized we were all dreamers and chasers (of our dreams). Goals included, but we must first dream and hope to act on the dream for it to become a goal and then one day reach it. That’s pretty much the one commonality that every mom-woman shares. Not that others don’t have goals or dreams, but it seemed like being a mom just made you crave and want to dream and achieve that goal with just a little more determination. I suppose it could partly be due to the fact that “time” is of essence and doing something, anything for one’s own self becomes that much more precious.
..coz well, we are all on a journey. On this long train ride through life and we meet people who hop on and hop off at various stations of our journey, and who leave us just a bit changed. Each experience in raising a child, learning how to, and in the process growing but never stopping – it is a journey. One that we cannot stop even if we want to, because that is how a relationship works. Even with our own selves.
I am a mum and …am also a child.
..coz as much as I am a mother, am a child in a few ways.
Mothers are supposed to know it all (at least most of whatever they need to know coz they are adults) and a child is supposed to learn from the adult.
However, with time, I have realized that the child is indeed the father of the man. A child teaches in his/her own innocent manner the value of priority, sacrifice, patience, responsibility and courage even.
When the child screams for a diaper change in the middle of an important call with work, you excuse yourself and go change that diaper. The teenager’s college expense is more important than the holiday that you have been dreaming of since you were a teenager. To wait your time for them to grow up and be independent so you can pick up the pieces of your life and start to tend your dreams is patience. Responsibility is waking up at 5:30 am (after just 4 hours of sleep after work, and assignments at that part-time degree you were working on) to pack lunches and make sure the shoes are on top of the vent, so they are warm and toasty when they step out into sub-zero temperatures to school. To jump into cold water is and learn how to swim as an adult is courageous just so you can take your child to that water park and he/she insists that you go along to the deep end.
There is more, but yes, am a child, forever learning, dreaming, imagining, laughing and living life sometimes as a mom, and sometimes as a child.
Sometimes I confuse myself, but thank heavens my three children will always remind me. They got my back alright.
Rads lives in the suburbs of Washington DC along with her husband, three kids and dog. Profiled on Her Story, she is an optometrist and a data analyst in previous years, and is now playing read more...
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I'll be 43 soon and yes, I almost gave in to my conditioning and asked myself- what did I do wrong? Did I lead him on? But not any more.
This wasn’t the first time something like this has happened, and I have a feeling that this won’t be the last either!
So on May 12th, I ran into this man. I was waiting for something and it was raining. He seemed decent and we got talking. About work.
I realised that his company could actually do some work for my NGO and we exchanged numbers. After that we talked about general stuff on WhatsApp sometimes, and he connected me to some others for the work I had in mind.
To think that money can buy you anything is as wrong as singling a woman out after her divorce because the world feels she got overcompensated.
A lot of people are attracted to money and that’s not a bad thing. Which is also why everyone talks about money and the rich. The rich always make the headlines.
The rich, also, get upset when their personal lives are talked about, and rightly so. They have all the right to privacy.
Time moves on. However, people do not.