#CelebrateingtheRainbow at the workplace – share your stories of Pride!
When raising children, it's usually the kids who get all the attention. However, the mother's emotional state needs attention too
When raising children, it’s usually the kids who get all the attention. However, the mother’s emotional state needs attention too.
I initially bristled at this idea of whether detachment can be a healthy thing. While reliving my memories, I understood that functioning with detachment was unthinkable to me.
But there is another way to look at detachment – the detachment by Mothers.
Motherhood – is the most beautiful feeling in the world which dawns along with a power of great responsibility; one of them being ambivalence between attachment and detachment at the same time.
While mental detachment can never be an option for the child’s growth and to prepare him/her for the world, mothers ought to physically detach.
When my siblings and I left our parents homes for a bright future, their parental nest was lonely and silent.
Father’s health went downhill because he couldn’t express his grief at missing us, but mom stood like a pillar to support the far away child and the father.
She never complained or mentioned her breaking heart to us. Her tears were enough to tell us that she would miss us, but as soon as we stepped out, all she did was pray for our safe and better life.
On the 1st day my 2.5 year old niece went to playschool, my sister, who had been adamant about putting her in the best school, had tears in her eyes. That was the first time her first born would be away for 2 hours from her.
The child may not realise this separation, as for him/her it’s a new venture, but the mothers left behind feel happy and sad at the same time, and this feeling cannot be explained.
Mothers know in their hearts that as securely attached children get older, they are better able to tolerate physical distance from their mother. They are still able to communicate with her and they anticipate being comforted upon reunion.
Every sacrifice of this nature that a mother makes is a privilege according to her.
The process of becoming a mother, which anthropologists call ‘matrescence’, has been largely unexplored in the medical community.
Instead of focusing on the woman’s identity transition, research is focused on how the baby turns out. Once the child is out, no one even cares about the mother, including herself, as for her it’s the bundle of joy who needs care and attention.
Also, when I write about motherhood, its not confined to the human race but also extends to the animal kingdom. It’s important to remember that humans aren’t the only ones who take extraordinary steps to protect, nurture and raise their young.
The animal kingdom is flush with moms that take the time to teach their babies how to find food and protect themselves against the elements by detaching and protecting at the same time.
The topic of this article is about detachment but when I came to the finish lines, I understood what Ricki Dale once said – “Motherhood is the greatest thing and the hardest thing.”
For mothers, even detachment is for the betterhood of her children.
Featured Image Credit: Photo by Saradhi Photography on Unsplash
A lawyer by qualification and a marketer by profession. A true believer of listening to ones gut to do the right thing! read more...
Women's Web is an open platform that publishes a diversity of views, individual posts do not necessarily represent the platform's views and opinions at all times.
Stay updated with our Weekly Newsletter or Daily Summary - or both!
Can you believe this bloke compelled me to wear only saris - full time at home- till the eighth month of my pregnancy?! The excessive heat coupled with humidity made my life miserable.
Recently when I browsed an interesting post by a fellow author on this very forum I had a sense of déjà vu. She describes the absolutely unnecessary hullabaloo over ladies donning nighties and /or dupatta –less suits.
I wish to narrate how I was in dire straits so far wearing a ‘nightie’ was concerned.
I lived in my ultra orthodox sasural under constant surveillance of two moral guardians (read Taliban) in the shape of the husband’s mom and dad. The mom was unschooled and dim-witted while the dad was a medical practitioner. But he out-Heroded the Herod in orthodoxy.
My supervisor introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As a transwoman navigating the corporate world, I had encountered my fair share of discrimination and challenges. Transitioning without the support of my parents and having limited friendships in my personal life made the journey difficult and lonely. However, when I stepped into the office, something remarkable happened, I left behind the stress and negativity, embracing a space where I could truly be myself.
Joining the marketing team as a graphic designer, I was initially apprehensive about how my colleagues would react to my gender identity. But to my surprise, the atmosphere was welcoming and respectful from day one. My supervisor, Sarah, introduced me as a valuable member of the team, emphasizing my skills and contributions rather than focusing on my gender identity. This simple act set the tone for my experience in the workplace.
As I settled into my role, I discovered that my colleagues went out of their way to make me feel comfortable and included. They consistently used my correct name and pronouns, creating an environment where I could be authentically me. Being an introvert, making friends wasn’t always easy for me, but within this workplace, I found a supportive community that embraced me for who I truly am. The workplace became a haven where I could escape the stresses of my personal life and focus on my professional growth.
Please enter your email address