Because I’m A Mother
Sometimes I cry because I’m overwhelmed with my duties and tasks as his mother. But he manages to make my heart melt anyway. If he catches me weeping in a weak moment, he rushes to me and gently caresses my cheeks. He doesn’t leave my side and keeps stroking my cheek gently until I smile, which assures him that his Mumma is fine. He is demanding, stubborn, and is asserting his independence more and more each day. But his innocence never fails to make me chuckle. He is my challenge, but he is also the source of my joy. He is the obstacle in my race of accomplishments, but he is the one who has lent meaning to my life. It is due to him that I call myself a ‘proud mother’. He is the reason I was born again. So, is motherhood a day-to-day glorious affair? The answer is- no. Quite the contrary actually. The phase I’m currently in: his “twos”, are so tough. Man, do I want them to be over soon! Though I hate to feel this way, there truly are some days when it all feels like I’m being punish