What I don’t like about being a mother.
Too much TV, too much face book,
Too much junk food…
Walking bare foot …
A dislike for cleanliness
Muddy shoes on the carpet
Tears and tantrums
Stitches on the chin, cold, chicken pox and sprained ankles
All are a part of growing up?
Woolen jacket left at home on a cold day,
Forgetting lunch boxes at home.
Acne and dandruff.
Staying up till late,
Full dinner plates stuffed in the fridge with red gravy tricking into everything else…
Pizza for breakfast, Pepsi instead of milk,
Clothes on the floor, smelly socks in the study table drawers
All these don’t upset me.
But I don’t like being a mother when there are riots in the city.
Last minute waking up to school projects,
A ten year old prepared for Maths on the day of History exam.
New water bottles, endless thirst, and a wet kitchen floor.
New bicycles and scraped knees.
Skateboard practice in the living room,
Football in the kitchen
A yet uncut birthday cake all over a new dress.
Licking cake batter perched on the kitchen counter.
Books forgotten in the balcony during monsoons,
An ironed bed-sheet thrown on the dining table to create a doll’s house underneath
Finding a personal diary on the sofa, with complains about your disciplining.
Letters to Santa asking for a forbidden Puppy.
Egg in the wardrobe to make it hatch.
Old videos of two sulking faces, refusing to pose.
Cards proclaiming undying love to Papa, all incorrectly spelled.
Almost toppling you, with violent hugging.
Long, lanky, awkward arms
On stage singing out of tune.
Singing louder to the whole building from the bathroom.
Picnics in the society park and a favorite basket left behind;
A summer camp most hated and an old camera lost forever,
Trying to light a camp fire inside a quilt.
Dance classes, music classes, karate classes, drama classes – left half way because of boredom.
Fancy dress parties, and hating the outfit!
Refusing to get out of the swimming pool.
Wanting to drive today because ‘all friends do’.
Tasting turpentine at 15 months.
Crying because the home work is not done …
Crying because the biggest enemy has scored more…
Laughing hysterically because the sibling is clowning foolishly ..
I think I like everything about being a mother.
Except the helpless feeling you get when you feel this world does not deserve children. Meaningless violence, wars, rioting frighten me like they never did before.
I don’t like that about being a mother.
Monika and Goofy Mumma tagged me write this post about What I like best about being a mother. Thank You for tagging me!! I love all Mommy tags, but I changed this one slightly 🙂
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I would also like to pass this tag to some great dads in the blogosphere,
Mr Balvinder Singh