Parsley and Thyme

Mother’s Day

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It is Mother’s Day. Instead of being the usual cynic that I am, and labeling all “xxx day”s as a fad created by media, I decide to be constructive this time around. Which leads me to ponder over my own role as a mother. And how it has changed me, for better (my point of view) or worse (hubby’s point of view).

Starting at the start, I call myself a “novice mother”. “Novice” – because whenever I think I have a faint idea of my little Chikoo’s brainpower, he comes up with something totally unexpected and completely bowls me over. “Mother” – because as of now, there is one little soul who looks up to me for all his needs, 24/7. And because I cannot fail to respond, again 24/7.

Let me now digress a bit. As a reader myself, I hate to read long, verbose paragraphs – especially if they are narcissistic. So let me try to make this really short as I attempt to list all the travails of motherhood. Here goes :

  • Join the “mothers community” in your neighbourhood seamlessly as you share your common woes on sleeplessness, bed-wetting, poor eating etc. Now wait a sec – it happens to be the same ladies who earlier would glare at you like you were a creature from outer space!
  • Lose the extra pounds without having to enroll at a boring gym. Even without realizing it. And look genuinely embarrassed when people compliment you on your slim avatar.
  • Talk endlessly about your child to reluctant listeners, without bothering to stop for a minute. Even if the listener is experiencing a heart-attack.
  • Develop excellent control over your loo visits.
  • Learn that you can really laugh hard. And that you can cry even harder.
  • Realize that there is perhaps nothing more beautiful in the world than to watch a baby sleep. They really misguide you when they say it’s the Mona Lisa.
  • Learn that each day is a roller-coaster ride. The moments of simply indescribable bliss as he giggles uncontrollably in the midst of a game. Or those of absolute frustration as he spits his food out for the nth time in the day. And makes a greater mess trying to clean it up for you. (atleast he thinks so)
  • Learn to take a million decisions in less than a minute as you try to make sense of his sudden, incessant bawling. Is it a stomach-ache ? Hunger ? Anger ? Teething ? And you thought that a super-computer was faster.
  • Eating out ? Are you kidding ?!
  • TV ? What’s that ?
  • Learn to control your urge to write out the couple of hundred other things that would make this list snake up to the length of the Eiffel Tower.

Hmmm. Happy Mother’s day to all mothers. Keep it going – there is no greater job in the world than to nurture your child into a wonderful human being!

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Written by Kanchana

May 11, 2008 at 5:53 pm

Posted in Chikoo

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  1. He He! That was a real funny post but at the same time felt all real 🙂 Happy Mother’s Day to you!

    Amadeus

    May 12, 2008 at 7:57 am


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