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Taking a wife and mother for granted, disregarding her efforts, belittling her for her human flaws and errors, being dismissive of her aches and pains... It's just not done!
Taking a wife and mother for granted, disregarding her efforts, belittling her for her human flaws and errors, being dismissive of her aches and pains… It’s just not done!
I have a confession to make.
Today’s post is not about my parenting experience, it’s not even about my little munchkin’s growing up, its surely not about how great I am going as a mother. It’s about an ugly truth, as a wife, and a mother.
Motherhood is beautiful, its blissful. It’s surely the loveliest phase in womanhood. There is surely no joy that is close by. It’s like reliving your childhood.
But is it always fun? At least it seems like that on my Instagram feed says, filled with so many idyllic pictures, lunch box recipes, parenting tips; all of them together appear like a vibrant, perfect life. It feels fabulous when people ask for your tricks and tips, and you, like the ‘perfect’ mommy, give others some serious parenting goals.
But the truth is, behind those rosy pictures is a mother who has gone crazy, tired, and exhausted, desperately looking for some me time.
Yes, sometimes I want to scream aloud. I want to tell them I am terribly tired of working on those summer homework projects. I am really exhausted with that daily struggle of “brush your teeth properly”. I am tired of the food on the floor, those crayon filled walls. I am really tired of being always on my toes even when I have nowhere to go.
I don’t want to think about what I am going to prepare tomorrow for your lunch box. I don’t want to wake up early on weekends so that I get some me time, so that I can have my morning cuppa a little longer despite I feeling so sleepy. I want to tell them that after that long shopping day, when we come back home and you guys laze off, I too want to simmer down. I too want some down time, that carefree time without worrying about the mess in the house.
Can I just relax during my menstrual cycle without any silly comments like “it happens every month, it’s happening since years, you should be used to it!”? I want to tell them out loud that the cramps are real, that the pain is exhausting. I too want to lie down on couch, sip in my coffee and do nothing, without feeling guilty.
When I am tired and drained out, I am not looking for anyone to take over my work, but at the same time I don’t want to listen to “what new are you doing? Everyone does it!”
When I forget to do a few things, I am not looking for someone to remind me, but at the same time I don’t want any one to question my skills or my ability to run a family.
When I do something, special and go that extra mile to make life easier, I am not really looking for words of appreciation, but at the same time I am also not looking for ‘that’s your job’ look.
All I want to say that mothers and wives are not perfectionists. They mess up sometimes, they yell, they lose patience, they forget things, they run around all day. They too get tired, they too get bored, they too are real. They try, try, every day, and work to make your life easier, organised, better and beautiful.
Let’s without any reason, make them feel special. Let’s without any occasion, surprise them with love. Let’s value them for the women they are!
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When I was in Grade 10, I flunked my first preliminary examination in Mathematics. My mother was in a panic. An aunt recommended the Maths classes conducted by the Maths sir she knew personally. It was a much sought-after class, one of those classes that you signed up for when you were in the ninth grade itself back then, all those decades ago. My aunt kindly requested him to take me on in the middle of the term, despite my marks in the subject, and he did so as a favour.
Math had always been a nightmare. In retrospect, I wonder why I was always so terrified of math. I’ve concluded it is because I am a head in the cloud person and the rigor of the step by step process in math made me lose track of what needed to be done before I was halfway through. In today’s world, I would have most probably been diagnosed as attention deficit. Back then we had no such definitions, no such categorisations. Back then we were just bright sparks or dim.
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