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She taught me MY value in MY life. She taught me to be a bit selfish and not center my entire day around my kid.
I looked out of the bus window as I was on my way back from the music class. It had been a good evening…my ‘swaras‘ had been perfect and I had won a little appreciation from my teacher as well.
Like many others, I had discontinued my music classes after school, but thanks to Mom, I had now restarted after almost a decade.
As I contemplated my menu and chores for the evening, I realized my eighth grader had a chart assignment due the next day. A few years back, I would fret but honestly, I had now given up stressing since some time.
I was your quintessential mom with all my time and attention focussed on my son, till he was diagnosed with learning disability. My whole world turned upside down and as the world dictated, I gave up my career…my reading, writing, singing, everything to concentrate on my son alone. This took a toll on me and calling myself depressed would be an understatement. My sleep suffered, I wept all the time, I was irritated and all my negative energy got started impacting my family as well.
That’s when my Mom came to my rescue. She persuaded me to start working again. At her behest, I also joined music classes and created a timetable for the day that managed me to fit in all the things in the day including giving time to my kid.
She taught me MY value in MY life. She taught me to be a bit selfish and not center my entire day around my kid. Thanks to her, my son has become more independent, our relationship has improved, I am more relaxed and confident. I sing, I write, I cook and most importantly..I live.
So you might feel that my mom would have practiced what she preached to me. She in fact preached what she never practiced. A young mother to two, she had sacrificed her life for her husband, kids and in-laws. All I remember her is as someone who kept everyone else but herself happy. She couldn’t work, couldn’t pursue her dreams, she was always a Mom…just a Mom.
Today when she saw me under the same circumstances, she helped me get out of the rot and spread my wings . She clipped hers, so I could open mine. To live my dreams, to be more than just A MOM.
The image is a still from the movie Astitva
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UP Boards Topper Prachi Nigam was trolled on social media for her facial hair; our obsession with appearance is harsh on young minds.
Prachi Nigam’s photo has been doing the rounds on social media for the right reasons. Well, scratch that- I wish the above statement were true. This 15-year-old girl should ideally be revelling in her spectacular achievement of scoring a whopping 98.05% and topping her tenth-grade boards. But oddly enough, along with her marks, it’s something else that garners more attention – her facial hair.
While the trolls are driving themselves giddy by mocking this girl who hasn’t even completed her school yet, the ones who are taking her side are going one step ahead – they are sharing her photoshopped pictures, sans the facial hair, looking nothing less than a celebrity with captions saying – “Prachi Nigam, ten years later”.
Doctors have already diagnosed her with PCOD in their comments, based on photographic evidence. While we have names for people shamed for their weight – body shaming, for their skin colour- racism, for their age- age shaming, for being a female- sexism, this category of shaming where one faces criticism for their appearance has no name. With that, it also has zero shame attached to it.
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