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Nine months or 40 weeks of long wait culminates in a wonderful experience when a cuteling cuddles in one's arms changing one's status from a Mum-to-be to a New Mum.
Nine months or 40 weeks of long wait culminates in a wonderful experience when a cuteling cuddles in one’s arms changing one’s status from a Mum-to-be to a New Mum.
And just about with this transition the world becomes a fertile place for thriving on her inexperience and vulnerability with opinions harvesting everywhere. Moms varying in categories, spanning ages, educational background, economical/physical or emotional quotient are ready to donate their learning for her well being.
A catch 22 situation causes congestion of thoughts when advice, anti-advice and expert comments are all transmitted with definite surety and emphatic enthusiasm from all sources.
If you are tech savvy and deploy internet usage for your benefit you will be termed as ”Internet Mommy”. If you go by traditional routes the term becomes ”Orthodox Uninformed Mommy” . If you rely solely on experience based advice from previus generations you tend to poke the wrath of your doctor. In case you decide mix matching your route you become a “Confused Mommy”. Everyone seems to befit their shoe on this Cinderella doubting her capacity, capability and decision making a mother of the child she nurtured all by herself in her womb.
Whether you ride the donkey, carry it or walk beside it there will be an opinionated outlook towards you. It’s a new territory ; unexplored, unventured, where you deploy your theory on your live product, you just don’t get to test a prototype. So with bugs, errors and faults in your strategy, how do you decide which practice to follow?
The answer is Self assurance. Be informed, be equipped with knowledge but don’t write anything in stone. Trust yourself, customize solutions to your situation. Believe what you’ll do will be the best of what you could make out of your resources and situation.
Each child is different, each mother is, each mom and child have their own equation, situation and solution. The world will create confusion but be sure of your capacity, capability and chemistry. That new being needs only care and unconditional love and hugs of his/her mother. Believe in your power as a mother. Believe in your decisions as a mother. Help is never away. Internet/advice, everything can be utilized but cannot be replaced as the only solution. Your love, your decision, your modus operandi will govern the well being of your child and not self doubt.
Every flower blooms if the Gardener puts in all his efforts but the manure need not be same.
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How is it to be married to a feminist man?
This is a working list. Will keep adding to it.
Do you also have a feminist man at home? And if yes, what is it to be married to him? Do share.
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It was almost midnight. I was dead tired and fatigued.
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With parted lips, he looked up through lashes. His side glancing at me stole my heart.
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