Showing posts from May, 2019

A Human Mom

"But she loved and loved in her own way. I realized it four years back when I became a mom. I realized every bit, tracing every day of my journey  being raised by her and I accept that there is no one way to love, that just because I am a mom does not place me next to god( honestly I would like to stay away from that altar), that I have thousands of faults and craters within me, lava too and many times I can be all imperfect and yet love my child. You cannot question or suspect or interrogate my love for my child JUST BECAUSE I AM A HUMAN MOM." Click on  My Human Mom  to read the complete story.

Raising Socially Responsible Children

The bigger question bombarding in my mind --- Is it important to experience the dark to inculcate Empathy? Yes, values are taught by parents, best when experienced but every experience doesn't translate into an 'imbibed value' 'well lived '. Do education and indirect exposure to the dark side of life help in creating the service-oriented mindset?  Click on  Raising a Socially Responsible Child  to read the full article. This article has been featured on Mompresso as #BlogOfTheDay. Image Courtesy-Pixabay.

But why FUSS over motherhood?

My mother never thumped her chest for all that she did. I don't want chest thumping either.  My bad, I don't get this. Platonic, joyous, blessed and much more. When it comes to motherhood, the more the adjectives the better. Unconditionally loving, unconditionally caring till her last breath and even after I guess, the more such attributes for a MOTHER, the better. Mother’s Day to everyday celebrating motherhood, the world is lapping up every opportunity to say - MOMS ARE THE BEST. Well, they are. So? What's the glorification about? Our moms (baby boomers or early generation X) had 2-3 children, some even 4 for some blessed ones. They conceived, delivered, breastfed, cooked, cared, washed, cleaned, organized, cooked again, cleaned again and go to sleep tired and exhausted only to wake up at 5 am or 6 am again and start the grind. They too had dreams, few were career woman’s and many were Stay at home but never brooding, complaining or depressi