mothers day MOTHERHOOD mother and daughter MOTHERHOOD EXPERIENCE.

The Thought Of Holding My Own Baby Still Gives Me Goosebumps, And I Won't Have It Any Other Way

( words)
*For representational purpose only.

Nothing - absolutely nothing - in the world really prepares you for a child. I don’t think there’s ever a right time to have kids.

For my husband & me - it all started back in 2013. We had just completed a perfect trip to the USA for our first anniversary. Both of us were in our early thirties, and we decided to “start our family”. Fortunately for us, I conceived soon, and our little angel, Rheya walked into our lives in April 2014.

The thought of holding my 'own' baby for the first time still gives me goosebumps. I was on a 'baby high', simply joyful - despite being sleep deprived! The first few years with Rheya transformed me in ways I could never have imagined. It made me realize that things won’t always go as planned, and so I stopped putting so much pressure on myself to be what society considered a “perfect mom”.

Today, a happy mother means a happy child, period. Being a mother put me through a fresh page every day. While I never feel the pressure from anyone to do anything, I see myself surrendering to both my girls’ tantrums. They test my limits.

There are days when I celebrate little things I never thought made any sense in the first place; 'Let’s clap! Rheya ate her banana!', or simply get overwhelmed with their authenticity. I feel my children have shown me my childhood from the outside. While my elder daughter carries my food habits and sense of creativity, the younger one has the same sleep habits and is left-handed like me!

Seven years into motherhood with two doting daughters is starting to get a bit easier. I’m finding ‘the work-life balance’ and enjoying the space and time I get to finish my exercise and business work when they are off to school. Being tired has a different meaning today, but the good side is that they both keep me very close, and I just don’t want to see them slip away.

The responsibility of being there for them is enormous, but it doesn’t feel so big as long as I have my loving husband chipping in. Thank God for the privilege; thank God for the craziness, and thank God for the noise and chaos. Because if they weren’t there, I wouldn’t have all of this!

Share This Story