Turning Point: Being a Mom

My days used to be peaceful. There was no yelling, a little fighting ‘n arguments, and a lot of fun. I was never running late to anywhere. I had ample time to work, fulfil social commitments, and then relax too. My husband and I used to go out on impromptu dinners, impromptu social visits, and had people over at our place all the time. Planning a road trip was not worrisome. We used to watch all genres of movies and series without worrying about what time it was, or how long the movie is, or what language is used. Shopping was not an anxiety-inducing experience. My house mostly looked spic and span, decorated with lovingly bought decorative items, and dust was rarely seen anywhere. We used to complete reading the books that we started. We had flexibility and freedom when it came to choosing and cooking meals. Socialising was never embarrassment and guilt-ridden experience that it often is now. Going to the mall was not a panic inducing nightmarish event. All of this turned opposite whe...

 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 pu...