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Motherhood is hard. It regretfully does not come with a manual and no mother knows it all. No mother is perfect or can claim to have done everything right, every single time.
Have you been too scared to hold and bathe your newborn?
Or wondered which is the right way of placing a diaper?
Pumped breast milk in restrooms thinking about your crying child at home?
Have you cried at the thought of cleaning your kids’ room for the n th time?
Or watched with a tinge of envy as your child calls out for her nanny?
Have you stood completely helpless as your child threw a tantrum in public?
Or packed junk food in the lunchbox as you had no time to cook?
Have you forgotten your child’s PTM ?
Or spent hours watching movies and playing video games with your kids?
Have you lost your temper and yelled at your teenager ?
Or helplessly shoved a phone in front of your child to feed her?
Have you tried desperately to hold on to your sanity as your house looked as though hit by a hurricane?
Or lost it completely when your child had another “Incomplete” remark in school work?
Have you wondered if you have been inflicted by a chronic condition called “over exhaustion”?
Or caught your two winks of precious sleep as your child watched cartoons on TV?
Motherhood is hard. It regretfully does not come with a manual, and no mother knows it all. No mother is perfect or can claim to have done everything right, every single time.
This mother’s day just breathe and let go of the guilt, the pain, the shame, and the quest for perfection.
As long as you love your children, all is forgiven.
Embrace the real motherhood and stop chasing the ideal one projected by the media.
Happy Mother’s Day!
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