A Sunday treat and much needed time for myself (with my daughter), I attempted to re-watch (I had fallen into an exhausted slumber during the first attempt) an episode of Chicago Med (the episodes downloaded by my son, Owen as a reprieve and my down-time).
Useless at the sight of blood, I am forewarned by the daughter “not to look” at the more gruesome procedures. In this particular episode, the widowed doctor was about to deliver her son with the aid of a midwife and an over-zealous mother-in-law. There was some difficulty, a caesarean was called for by the obstetrician which was refuted by the doctor and midwife who was convinced that that baby could be turned. Finally, the baby was born naturally but with a few intense, panicky moments. Mother named her child Owen (Little Warrior).
Needless to say, I was emotional as I too, suffered extreme discomfort and pain with the doctors eventually performing an emergency caesarean. It was a miracle that my son (also named Owen, “my Young Warrior”) survived. He was the most placid and easy going child who has more than made up for those quieter years. My odd grey hair, my daughter attributes to his doing. In hindsight, those teenage years could have been worse. I was determined not to let my child slip through the cracks and I am blessed now with a decent, well-mannered young man.
I remember with fondness and fear :
- The suspicious silent house… Turns out my daughter wanted a temporary sister and transformed her brother into a little girl, “Owena”, she said. Son was chuffed with the attention from his elder sister. I walked in on them to meet a delightfully smiling boy, made up face, lipstick included.
- As a todder, I instinctively woke up with fear to see Owen not napping but immersed in a bag of rice. A mother’s instinct made my look into his suspiciously smiling mouth before I popped his bottle in. Instinct bang on. There was a wad of plastic in his mouth.
- For some reason, I always battled with the car safety seat but persisted. That saved both of us on our drive down to Granny. Thank you God for the daughter’s mechanical skills.
- When he was older, I chanced upon a post on Facebook about a shooting in the school, his grade, his class, unknown child. It was a mad dash home and dizzying relief when he answered the door. Yes, some other mother was in a worse of position that me.
Yes my tiredness has been plumbed to newer levels best not explained. Some days, I doubt myself, castigate myself to the extreme, worse when the children are gently asleep. Some days I never feel that I have done enough, full time working mom of two that I am. I regret deeply the missed sessions of seeing them off to and receiving them from school. Thank God for Grandmothers. Homework sessions were frenzied between a mad dash to prepare supper, feed the pets, feed the family, check on the mountain of educational activities. Weekends were fraught with deciding which family social to attend in favour of school or due to a grounding session. Indian families are large and relentless with their sometimes (okay… most times) unwanted advice and opinions. Bear in mind that there are two sides of families to make happy, His and Mine…Yes, both families need to be fulfilled and included. Why? Simple! We too will reach that age/stage and photographic memories should not be their only comfort, nor can older adults be discounted, forgotten or farmed out to nursing homes. Major pressure indeed and a huge win, if all unite given their geographical and personal circumstances.
Of late, I have had a forced medical reprieve. Alas, it also meant keeping a low profile technologically, being unable to read, blog, crochet or do any of the little bits that generally keep my soul buoyant. On those days, a peep outside reflected a blooming garden and lazy pets languidly lounging within touching distance. Kitties took adult-sitting somewhat seriously. Rest was punctuated by a reversal of roles as the kids monitored my progress. In those days, the kitchen relaxed as my recuperation meant an absence of freshly cooked food and convenient take-out meals (major win for the kids, husband too!)
Some advice :
- You are not indispensable at work. Leave work where it belongs… at work!
- Get the sick note, use it, the doctor knows best.
- If your bed beckons and your pj’s offer comfort, retreat. Forget temporarily, the stilettos and killer-make-up. Forgive your facies.
- Go to the loo again, if only to escape. Wait, this may not always work. If they camp outside the door, prepare for a feeble conversation. Or remind them of a chore.
- Make after 8pm, your personal wind down time. Guard it selfishly.
- Couple time? What’s that? An overshare here but a fanlight over your bedroom door is not a good idea.
- Locked your bedroom door? Hide the spare key.
- Finally got rid of the kids but the kitty is meowing outside your locked door? You know you have raised a good son when he offers his bedroom as alternate sleeping quarters.
- Retreat if you have to, a good cry and hearty laughter is necessary for your equilibrium.
- Take the injection (ugh), take the drugs. Your adrenal glands will thank you.
- Order the food, it only money!
- Pizza, pasta, breyani, wine, that is Love of another kind. Find your good kryptonite, make it work for you.
- Marathon watch your favourite series if you can.
- Call in those favours, let the family baby sit.
- Celebrate small wins, they all add up.
Some of these are bingeable (yes, that’s a word) items . Get back on the diet another day, acknowledge the reprieve but give yourself a break!
When you do get out, albeit a little slower for wear and tear, age and gravity, groping groupies that they are, celebrate yourself. Despite feeling alone by yourself or even in a crowd, move past the anxiety and celebrate yourself. That faking it till you make it? It works.
It could have been worse and we have so, so much to be grateful for. Remember that :
You are loved.
You are valued.
You are the centre of someone’s world.
You are the Hands that rock that cradle that rules the world.
Rudyard Kipling said it best when he said, “God could not be everywhere that is why, he created Mothers“.
Motherhood is definitely not without its tribulations. Challenging, exasperating, it is but it is and will always be my greatest joy in my life.
Image Credits : Pinterest
I have so much respect for moms. My morning class has all moms who are trying to learn English to help their children. I see what they go through and have so much respect for them. I pray for them every day.
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Hello Matt,
Its a loving sacrifice, almost everything we do.
I’m sure that they value you and your patient teaching as well.
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I love it !!! ❤️
It’s beautiful and an ode to all the super momies 👍
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Thank you Mahima,
Its our reality and experience talks 🙂
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Great 👌
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Well written, full of wisdom!
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Thank you. 🌺 🌸 💐
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Thanks for sharing!… here is something I shared with my daughter while she was growing up; “You are evidence of your mother’s strength… especially if you are a rebellious knucklehead and regardless, she has always maintained her sanity.” ― Criss Jami, 🙂 🙂
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Good words, speaks volumes of character :).
My daughter too, takes after me….a bit of an old soul.
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its beautiful ❤
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A beautiful post about motherhood, Kavitha. Wishing that you recuperate well from your forced medical reprieve ❤
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Thank you Rosaliene.
I am slowly but surely getting back to my blogging family.
I send warm greetings to you and apologies for the delay in responding.
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So relatable…What a wonderful post! Something to learn from…
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Thank you.
Ps, I Love your word
Wednesday’s Word of the Day, “Aisling”.
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,,👏👏Yess.. it needs strength to be a mother… This post is very emotional to me.. lovely write..Loved it
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I know I overshare sometimes… 😊
Its tough being a Mom.
You too know that having a precious one of your own. I can PROMISE you that it gets better.
I send warm regards and a knowing hug. 🤗
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Thank you so very much… And yes you are right, each day is getting better now..Either I hv mastered the struggles or my baby is behaving good🙌😉😉
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Im SO glad for that, precious times it is.
We have to make the best of it.
I send warm regards from Sunshiny SA.
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You didn’t over shared…You narrated wats true.. nothing can be as truer…
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Thank you 🙂
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Yes, to all of this. So so true, Kavitha!
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You know the truth of it.
Motherhood rocks our world but it’s rocky Somedays, like right now. Owen spent most of the night feeling ill…
Much love to you and your your special men.
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Thank you, Kavitha….Here is hoping Owen feels much better soon. Best wishes.
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🤗
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I can totally relate to this post. A mother endures all pain to see the smile of her baby! Nothing is more precious for her than her child! ❤️
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Thank you always dear Kranti for your support. I send a big hug… Ps, such a lovely start to the weekend wind down, weather is perfect. Enjoy.
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It’s a pleasure to be a part of your journey 😊Have a lovely week dear! ❤️
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Stay blessed. I send big hugs from Sunshiny South Africa 🌸🌺💐🤗
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Thank you so much dear! Love and hugs right back! ❤️🤗
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Hope you are feeling better! I love you! 💖💖💖💖
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I love you too Val.
I so, so wish you were nearer. I’m feeling stronger.
Enjoy this weekend.
Until later, 🌻🌺🌸🤗
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Yes, take good care of yourself. You will be in my thoughts and prayers. (I wish I was nearer too!)
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I am. I’m getting out of my way and giving myself more sunshine, more love And I’ve had some quiet prayerful moments.
Today promises to be very hectic but I think seeing all the good, loving people will be exactly whats needed all round.
…and i began my morning talking to you. 🤗🌻🌸💐
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Love and respect to all mothers..well said dear Kavitha 😊❤
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Hello Krishna, happy Saturday morning greetings.
We can’t do without our Moms but Dad’s are our towers of strength and support. 💐
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Yes, we need both moms and dads equally 😊❤ happy Saturday morning greetings to you too 🌸🌺🏵🌹🌻
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Reblogged this on The Shubham Stories.
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Thank you kindly Shubham…🙏💐
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my pleasure
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Love the Mom and Dad question lists! Lovely parenting post. Thanks Rebecca
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Hi Rebecca,
Cozumel? Yay for you.
Happiness indeed.
Thank you for the love on my post. That Mom and Dad image.. .. Story of our lives 😊🤗
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Gracias!
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Ths
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Wonderful post! Mother’s love is indeed the purest love.
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True… And our good food is the next best thing. 💐
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Hahaha! So true! 🙂
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For me it has be always something magical about mothers❤️
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True!
My son used to call me Master of the Universe!
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Loved the questions for Mom/questions for Dad! 😀
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😊 True Story. 🤗
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My mother and I stay in contact weekly with a phone call. The moments that we share are precious! Mothers are indeed incredible and loving.
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You are so blessed. My Mom came to visit yesterday and it turned out to be an impromptu get together. Memories and happy times. 💐🌸🌺
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Wonderful! I can only visit my mother once or twice a year because of the distance that separates us. You are blessed that she could visit you.
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This is such a wonderful ode to mother’s…Thank you
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Thank you.
Tough job that.
Requires a good sense of humor, massive dosages of love and patience, AND a tree that grows Money in the backyard., 😋
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What a beautiful article. 💜I just finished my first obstetrics and gynaecology appointment and had the privilege of witnessing first hand mothers giving birth to their children. It is really overwhelming how after all the pain the mother endures she still eagerly waits for her baby to be given to her. I have written about my experiences in the obstetrics and gynaecology ward, (water bag, dilated cervix and episiotomy;first time at the labour room and Dearest mummy – a letter from a new born baby) I feel as a mother you might like it and find it very touching just like my own mother did. Do check it out if you have time 😊
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I did just now!
You give meaning to going into the light. Funny how it it is both on life and death? A fresh trusting perspective from a newborn… Loved it.
My mum always mentioned the pain but stressed that the joys outnumbered the pain. How quickly we forget once we hold a precious newborn. 🌺🌸
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Yess I thought of incorporating both life and death because there are so many things that could go wrong in child birth. For both the mother’s and baby’s life is at risk. That in a blink of moment a life could be lost instead of one being brought into the world. Thank you soo much 😊
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Love the post Kavita! You rock as a Mom and an individual with the tips bringing a smile:)
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Kaise Vish, I missed you. Ay Motherhood, its a handful. Mindful😌 Now Housefull since we rescued another Kitty Elsa last week.
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I really liked the meme about Mother.
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Being a son who lost his mother I know the value of my mother
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Your comments and criticisms are invited to my post…..
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Reblogged this on The Searchlight.
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Thank you 🌺🌸🤗
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My pleasure, dear.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
YOWZA FOR MOMS!
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Indeed, we are tough Mommas. 🤗
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I DON’T DOUBT IT!!!!!!! ❤
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