Me, as a Mother

Being a Mother is always difficult. Numberless poetry that praises a mother; Large number of stories, highlighting the sacrifices of a Mother; Beautiful songs, in various Langugaes praising Motherhood - Yes, Motherhood is worthy to be Praised.

But Being a Mother is so stupid as well. All your senses are alarmed to protect the baby, all the time. You keep looking for chances, to improve the kid's health, IQ and the Body. You keep on thinking new ways to improve everything, You are into Innovation.

But However, good you are, However caring you are, However the world's best mother you are - The child cries. The only weapon the Child has in its hand to let the world know, that it is feeling uncomfortable.

With all intensions, being excellent, we tend to handle the baby. But does the baby really needs that??? We dont know. Everytime, we give the best food - does the baby likes it? we dont know. Every 3- 4 hours, we tend to feed the baby every day; but if it skips one meal, we get a heart attack... we fail to understand the child's Heart. Doesn't it seem like a dictatorship????

See, I wish to understand, who a Parent is. The child should be grown well, with Education and Good Health. Thoughts, Actions, Habits and Intensions of the kids has to be streamlined. A moral, Physical and emotional support had to be given to them, until they can stand on their own.

For these causes alone, Parents are required for the child. Not to give them, what we didnt taste in our childhood, yet was longing to have- when we were a child. Not to give them an Education, which we were unable to do- Yet Dreaming about it. Kids are not a continuation of Ourselves. They are different individuals, who will have different likes and Dislikes.

Being a True Parent is very difficult, Listening to the child's feel and balancing them to grow;with the resources we have, with all goodness and smartness; and above all their likes and preferences had to be given importance.

Well, all these lines are just because i felt i was feeding my little daughter and she wanted to skip it, while i was keen with my intension to make her finish her food and she cried with a look, that made me feel ashamed of myself for being atrocious.

Finally i have let her free to play and now sleep at Peace, Yet having a grave feeling inside, for being a dictator, and i know i cannot leave my dictatorship all of a sudden...

I am Learning many things from my kids these days...
Growing as a Mother... Should grow as a Good Mother.