Motherhood – A World In Itself


What is Motherhood for you?

When I was asked this question during one of the blogger events, I got rattled to fix a decent answer. How will you define a ‘feeling’ which is revolutionary? How can you describe it, frame it in words/sentence? I was blessed with this joy some years back and since then, not even a single day has gone dull. Can you believe it! Not even one!

When I try to remember life before her arrival, it was ‘Quite‘ yes indeed well planned, quiet and effective/ productive. But at the same time empty; empty of all the fun we have today. Empty from all the upside-down illogical things we laugh at today. Empty from all impromptu demands which can’t be met immediately but only wondered where did this come from. Life today looks messy, exhausting, noisy, crazy, cranky, but it’s beautiful with her presence and laughter.

One thing I love being a Mother – 

Not one I love it all! I love the morning kiss to late night snuggle. Love freakish demands at odd hours to unexpected disasters from the least expected objects. Can you imagine what a tornado or a disaster a simple chocolate sauce can do? When it goes on the floor & things instead of plates.

I love all those freaking questions which have no answers or cannot be explained as YET. I love her fetish Color-Coded demands in fashion (did I mention PINK is uuhhh). I love doing last-minute changes in menus and then redoing it post rejection.

I love freaking out seeing what new ‘karnama’ she’s up to when there is a complete silence for 5 minutes. I love watching the repetitive cartoons day and day out with her. Love when she gets angry and then expect me to pamper her infinite times.


Colors of Motherhood

Motherhood is a world in itself, not one but every aspect of it is magical. And it’s the sheer patience of a mother that we handle it so well. If it had been that easy, dad’s would have done it (taken). When my single friends say they are exhausted, I feel like transporting them to a far distant corner of the earth with no one but my baby.

The labor pain I endured during her arrival, can very well be termed as – ‘Statutory Warning‘. A warning from good gracious God telling accept at your own risk. But whatever it is, I am loving the transition of a wife into a mom. 



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