Motherhood is transition from being a carefree girl to a responsible woman. Whenever my mother explained how blissful motherhood could be, I always thought otherwise. Frankly I have never been great with kids. The crying, nagging, sloppiness just makes me cringe and I have always avoided being around kids. But as faith has it, I got married and soon became a mother.
I wouldn’t say that motherhood is a process and you will learn it. No! It surely is rewarding, but it definitely is a tiring journey. But being a mother is undeniably a learning and growing experience. Not only do you become sensitive to every aspect of life but you also start respecting your own parents more. Being in their shoes now, I realize my own mother’s sacrifices and I am thankful to God for having her. I can never be the kind of mom she is, but then I was a great kid I hear!!
When my daughter was born, though the joy was immense, there was a great deal of anxiety too. I am a very carefree girl, and when the time came to become responsible, I was afraid. I was afraid that I wouldn’t be a good mother, I was afraid that my child might suffer because of my careless attitude. But as time passed I learned many things, I became more responsible and I transformed from a girl into a grown up. Now my child is 5 year old and these five years have been a tremendous learning experience. It is rightly said that ‘your child is your own teacher’. She has unknowingly taught me many values and has helped me become who I am. Even if I feel she talks a lot, irritates me a lot and misbehaves a lot, I love her! I love her for being so special and for being my teacher!
“The Moment a Child is born…A Mother is born”
The photograph was taken by de:User:Sebastianjude and originally uploaded to de:Image:Mumbai Skyline.jpg.
I always wondered what is it with cities that you dwell in, that makes them so wonderful and special? Why even after residing in other places for many years, we always miss the city where we grew up. I thought maybe people were being melodramatic when they talked about missing their hometown. But I think I was wrong.
I have lived all my growing years in the wonderland called Mumbai,which was then called Bombay. City of Dreams as it is rightly accredited. City that never sleeps. Call it what you may, but it truly is Paradise. Ask the Mumbaites and they will tell you their tales of love and longing with this magical city.
But unfortunately life moves on, and so do we, leaving behind the city that had given you everything that you own. My husband shifted base to Dubai three years back, and I relocated a year back in Dubai. Though Dubai is a wonderful place, it certainly cannot compete with Mumbai.
Mumbai always had a magical feel. It has thought all of us many lessons of life, be it harsh realities or the dreams of future, it gives you the power to think, reason and demand. Though the pace of life in Mumbai is highly fast and sometimes difficult to catch up, at the same time it provides you with your own personal space.
My memories with Mumbai are filled with many emotions, love, loss, relations and longings. I believe it's the people who reside and the memories that they have given make it a more special place for me. Right from my parents, siblings, friends, loved ones to the ones I wished loved me back! played a very important role in making this city even more dearer to me. All the love, hatred as well as rejections has made this city a place that will hold the most special place in my heart.
I know as well as believe that even after 20 years of residing in another land, I will always miss my Magical City -Mumbai
Like all other days, I set out for my daily walk. Morning walks are the best time to think,ponder and make important decisions. While my thoughts were engrossed about how I will go about with my daily chores, i saw a beautiful sight in front of me,which made me stop and look lovingly.
An elderly couple, holding hands were walking ever so slowly in front of me. From their relaxed face and blissful smiles, it was obvious that they were past the age of tension, worries and frustrations. The lady was looking in her mates eyes, with all the love and content of the past years. At that moment I realized, when was the last time I thanked my husband? Or when did I tell my little daughter that I always cared for her? To my astonishment at least not in the recent past. I cried a painful cry, realizing how I am wasting the most beautiful periods of my life in inconsequential things . Arent the relations of your life much important than anything else? Isnt that beautiful smile on your little angel all that you ever wanted?
Sadly the pace of life gives us little time to ever thank or express the little wonders of life. Even though I realize, I know I will yet again get entangled in the jungle of chores.
