Being a mother is a hard job. Yes, irrespective of what the society at large tells you, it is a job! (paid with unconditional love, of course!). It's hard even with a maid, cook and a super-understanding-supporting husband.
It's hard not because of the child, no definitely not. It's hard because of our own expectations of ourselves expectations, put together with the expectations of society, as a woman. Obviously, problems arise when the reality doesn't match our own expectations of raising a child. These are mostly the pre-set conditions, list of to-do's or unsolicited advice which gets thrown at every single mother on the planet.
So you always are catching up with one or the other. Either trying to be a 'good' mom; if not that, you're behind keeping your work commitments; if not that, you're running around the house to keep it atleast presentable or to keep your parents or extended family commitments; not in any specific order.
With atleast two of the above or sometimes all of the above running at the parallely or consecutively, you literally don't have anytime to look back in the mirror or even look in the mirror on some days.
I can hear myself saying, "...then why all the commitments? Loose one". But I don't want to loose anything. All these people make me happy. Doing all these makes me happy.
So why this post?
I took off today to clean the house. why leave? Because I have or had every other weekend booked for something or the other. And after a long day of cleaning the house I went to workout after which I'm now sitting in the beach after a bottle of water, waiting for my ride back home, relaxing in the cool breeze from the sea.
And I realised while I'm typing this, in this teeny-tiny pause; a small, simple, insignificant, uncharacteristic moment is where life 'happens' - between the breaks.
It's hard not because of the child, no definitely not. It's hard because of our own expectations of ourselves expectations, put together with the expectations of society, as a woman. Obviously, problems arise when the reality doesn't match our own expectations of raising a child. These are mostly the pre-set conditions, list of to-do's or unsolicited advice which gets thrown at every single mother on the planet.
So you always are catching up with one or the other. Either trying to be a 'good' mom; if not that, you're behind keeping your work commitments; if not that, you're running around the house to keep it atleast presentable or to keep your parents or extended family commitments; not in any specific order.
With atleast two of the above or sometimes all of the above running at the parallely or consecutively, you literally don't have anytime to look back in the mirror or even look in the mirror on some days.
I can hear myself saying, "...then why all the commitments? Loose one". But I don't want to loose anything. All these people make me happy. Doing all these makes me happy.
So why this post?
I took off today to clean the house. why leave? Because I have or had every other weekend booked for something or the other. And after a long day of cleaning the house I went to workout after which I'm now sitting in the beach after a bottle of water, waiting for my ride back home, relaxing in the cool breeze from the sea.
And I realised while I'm typing this, in this teeny-tiny pause; a small, simple, insignificant, uncharacteristic moment is where life 'happens' - between the breaks.
