Monday, 1 February 2016

Fathers!! You are important too


During our last holiday, my 2 year old son refused to come to me in the flight. When I asked him to come to me so I can put him to sleep, he said “ Papa…neeni”. Papa will put me to sleep. Just his little preference of his father over me brought the million dollar smile to my husband’s face. And my husband said to me, “You must be used to his importance to you all the times, but for me it is precious. One instance of him choosing me over you can make me smile for days. These are the memorable moments for me”.
It’s when I realized that how much a father longs for becoming the primary parent in a child’s life. He loves the child almost equally but seldom gets his share of love from the child or rather his share of his love from his wife.
Father, the man in the family who is equally important as the mother for bringing up the children, rarely gets his share of accolades. In the process of rewarding mothers for their endurance, labor pains, choice to breast feed, patience to handle a toddler and blind love for kids, we ignore the other side of the coin. There is a man who supports a woman throughout her process of becoming a loving mother.
It is true that mother spends lot more time with kids and loose on her own self in order to meet the responsibilities. But can she do this if there is nobody around to hear her complaining about her difficult day spent running around the toddler or trying to feed the baby.
Gone are the days when man used to come home, eat dinner, watch TV and go to sleep leaving all the responsibilities of kids and home to the woman of family. Things have changed, believe it or not men do a lot more at home than we give them credit for. A counter argument can be that women are equally supporting men to earn the living. True, women are doing that and they are taking care of kids too.
But isn’t man doing the same? Is he not working very hard at office to make sure that his family gets all what they want and helping women in chores. I have seen many mothers around me either leaving their job to take care of kids or finding other easy options to make things work. But do we even ask a father if he wants to leave his job and sit at home to take care of kids. It has been assumed that no matter how much a woman earns, the prime responsibility for earning bread & butter along with cheese and pasta is of man.
I myself keep saying this to my husband, “I am quitting my job, I just can’t handle this anymore”. And I really do it very frequently. And boy, every time he listens to my nonstop complain and ends up saying that he will do anything to support me and he understands how much I do for the family. But ever he gets upset with my tantrums or mention that he also hates working so hard, travelling all the time for his job. Because we think he is doing it for his job without even thinking that his job is mean to all our luxuries and comfort.
And we women, do we even thank enough the men in our lives for being so supportive all the times? I know men loses their patience around kids and have limited ways to handle them. But they are absolutely brilliant handling their frustrated wives and to bring a smile back on her face so she can get up next day ready to face the struggles of motherhood.
Ladies, he has always been there, right from the day when you told her you have conceived to the day he took you to the Labor room and felt your pain silently when you cried at every contraction. He was there when you joined back your work to tell that everything will work out and trust me he also wanted to cry the day you had to leave your little one to preschool. It was not just breaking your heart, it was killing him too but he didn’t cry else who would have told you that it is going to be ok. He loves the kids as much as you do but he steps back and allow you to bond with kid to become the most important person in a child’s life.
I have seen men carrying babies at parties, weddings bearing the eyes of old uncles at home. They become the subject of mockery of other men who laughingly say “he is so scared of his wife that he doesn’t have the guts to give her the baby”. But he is doing it because he wants to take turns with his wife with baby so she can enjoy too.
It is true that it will take thousands of years for men to get the strength to carry a child in womb or to get the patience to feed the food to a 2 year old. God has not made him to deal with sleepless nights for years when kids are growing up, he is surely going to snore around when mother will be up all night. But he will make sure that mother and child are comfortable during that sleepless night and he also will become the punching bag for his wife in the morning to be blamed for everything.
Nobody can take the mother’s place in a child’ life, she is going to be a baby’s lifeline. Mothers, we all really do a lot for our children and family. But let’s take a step back and let our men be in the limelight once in a while for being the incredible father and husband.

This one is dedicated to my husband and thousands of men around the globe who are putting in lot of efforts in order to bring up a happy child without even being appreciated for their efforts.

Thursday, 13 March 2014

The Toothless Grin


                                 
  The toothless grin 

 

 
Today morning started with me jumping from bed on sudden realization that I had turned the alarm off long time ago. I was late and had to rush to send my three year old to her play school. I was flustered and upset with the backache I had. I was running around confused and agitated with my elder one who was not willing to get up from bed. Amidst this confusion, I moved to check my 2 month old if he is wet and suddenly I was welcomed with a big toothless grin. Yes, that’s how a small baby looks at her mother in the morning when it sees her in the light after the long night. My little baby who has just learned to smile, loves to greet everyone with a smile. I stopped there in that moment; his big smile did a wonder and brought a beautiful mother pride in me. The purity of life that I could see in his innocent smile was a blessing in the morning. He unaware of the difficult morning his parents were having was thrilled to see people around. After staying and sleeping in the dark for 9 hours, he was elated with the light around.

We tend to miss out lot of beautiful things around in our struggle to stick to our busy schedules. But a small thing like a smile of a small baby can change everything. My son has been smiling for last few days and though I had been enjoying this, today was the first time when I realized the importance of his smile. His lips wide stretched, open mouth with no teeth inside and his two pure eyes staring at me were the most beautiful sight I had looked in months.

I moved back to my morning routine carrying his precious smile with me. I was a proud mother in those moments as if my son is the only baby in the world possessing this beautiful treasure of smile. I feel this is what being parent is about, finding the meaning of life in smile of a child or going to bed with the unending talks of a three year old. There are times when I get tired with the never ending demands of two kids like elder one yelling for her urgent need to go to toilet when I am in the middle of feeding the little one. These are the times when a mother seems to lose it all, when she says the words like ‘damn’ or ‘my life is over’.  Living with the chaos and mess all the time, the only things that keep her sane are the smiles of her children, the excited eyes of a child when you gift her new toy etc.

What scares me is the fact that they are growing up fast and will soon come a day when there will be no hug from my daughter on coming home from school or my younger one will be too big for my lap and arms. When nobody will make a mess with food and nobody will be drawing on walls, nobody will be crying at three in the morning. Looks like a big relief but I feel the relief will be temporary but the loss of not seeing a sorry smile after creating a big mess will be permanent. What kills me most is that one day their world will not revolve around their parents and they won’t need me for every need of them.

Well.... fear is for some other day, today I am enjoying the beauty of the first smiles of my baby and the magic it is having on me. Waiting for him to wake up and cherish my day with some more toothless smiles. Love being mommy…..

Saturday, 6 April 2013

Importance of Motherhood

                                         Importance of Motherhood
Lately I am coming across lot of women who don’t want to have a baby or still unsure of the whole idea of parenting. Well, to be or not to be a mother is everyone’s personal choice and no need for being judgmental about their choices. But it does make me wonder why having or not having baby is a question at the first place.
Some twenty or even fifteen years ago, we rarely came across the people who didn’t want to have kids. Not having a baby was not an option, blame it on the culture of having big joint family around. Agreed lifestyle has changed, perspective for life has changed, we want more freedom and fewer responsibilities. Really, can’t we fit in babies along with us on our journey of life? Yes, they do bring in lot of responsibilities and pain. Right from enduring the pain of labor to minor heart attack you get when you lose the sight of them for a minute in a shopping mall. List is endless, changing nappies, getting up with half sleep, school admissions, securing the future and it goes on. No respite from the jobs that motherhood brings on. And now after the list if we look at the idea of having a baby, I myself feel like going back 3 years and rethink. Suddenly I can see what all might be stopping the young women out there to have a baby.
While we are going through the reasons of not having a baby, I remember someone who can give you a million reasons to have one. I met this woman four years ago during my trip to Chennai for Visa extension and she along with her husband and one year old daughter was staying in the same guest house. In conversation with her, I got to know she had endured eleven miscarriages before being blessed with her daughter. Amazed with her story I asked her “how come you kept trying after eleven miscarriages, didn’t you feel like giving up?” She replied, “giving it up would have meant giving up motherhood and missing on the beauty of giving the birth forever”.
Amazed by her words I would like to answer what it is that still makes millions of independent women to crave for a baby?
What I understood from my experience of motherhood can be summed up in one word that giving a birth and having a child do to you. It makes you “COMPLETE”. May be it sounds little too dramatic and filmy but that’s how I feel when I am lying on the bed with her. After a long bad day at work and with no mood to carry on with the day, you feel the little arms around you hugging you and asking you to take her to the park. And boom, everything is back at place because you get to know the real meaning of your existence. Shocking it may sound but those two small eyes looking at you give you the reason to live no matter how bad things are around you. At night while lying on the bed with my daughter, I feel so emotionally happy when she responds to my complain of being tired by her hands on my head , pulling me in her lap saying “ mamma, I will put you to sleep” and starts rhyming song that I sing to her every night. I can’t help but to feel what I used to feel lying in my mother or grandmother’s lap as a kid. She does complete my life with her smile and gives me a pretty good reason to be happy, content and something to look forward to.
In the end all I can say is I am no one to question anyone’s decision to have or not have a baby. But I also can’t help commenting that all the pains, responsibilities will look useless when you will be cuddling your little one to breast feed him. Trust me nothing looks more beautiful to me than creating and nurturing another human being, a blessing that only women are born with.
With a disclaimer, ‘this was written with no intention to hurt or offend anyone’, I put my case to the rest.
Thanks for reading.