Evolution

Of late, lots of my friends have been asking me about how I have changed, evolved after becoming a mother. How did I change and how does my life get influenced with the thrills and frills of mommyhood. A more suitable question perhaps could be: What doesn't change after being a mother?

Let me answer on a public forum.

To begin with - Little things in my life no more make a difference. Ever since I became a mother, I have discovered what my priority in life actually is. No more do I think of what I want or require first. My child’s requirements are in the lead. Prior to having a child, my house was always found in a prim and proper state and (almost) nothing use to be in a haphazard state. However now, I don’t wait for my house to be perfect. As long I have my child - it never will be – and I have accepted the fact.

Being a mother makes me be grateful for what my mother endured for me. Not only did she undergo physical hardships, but she endured mental stress too. I am sure that I will experience the same pain with my kids. Being a mother makes me more empathetic toward women on the whole, for the reason that it's a great effort to do it all these days. I now understand more than ever that when my own mother said she did everything that she did "because she loves me", and she really meant it.

Here are few recorded changes I could recall

· My baby compels me to focus on small things I once overlooked. Now I enjoy spotting aircrafts in the sky, watching the snow fall, stopping by to smell the flowers, and looking at birds.

· Where once, I was a courageous and fearless woman, I now find myself troubled with anxiety. (Cutting Ahaan’s nails are my biggest fear and I am petrified every time I do that).

· Daily physical functions are no more abhorrent. In fact, they delight me. (hurrah for morning poop!)

· I am a morning person now - finally.

· I’d now rather purchase a fancy walker or a stylish pair of baby goggles than posh perfume that I’ve been eyeing for too long.

· I have realized that even though muggy, lollipops have miraculous powers with mood upliftment.

· I can sleep anywhere; anytime; anyhow.

· Did someone say “quiet” or maybe “silence”? What on earth is that now?

· I no longer trust a clock — my baby now sets my timetable.

· I recall that filthy look I usually exploded the parents with the rowdy/noisy baby, a few years ago. Now, after having my own baby, I swap sympathetic looks and what-can-can-be-done nods with other women sharing mammahood with me.

· If it makes my baby cheerful and contented, I will do it, regardless of how idiotic I look. That consists of making owl like sounds, speaking gibberish, and tickling my baby’s inner thighs – just to hear him giggle in glee.

· I no more look at curvy bods of Indian actresses and models and feel worried. 20 pounds that I gained are totally worth it and The more significant thing is: I won't care. Much.

· A visit to the parlor has become a sentimental and saintly counterpart of a trip to the Vegas.

· My much loved time of day is when my 7-month-old baby boy wakes up in the morning. As soon as he wakes up, he looks right into my eyes and grins his infectious little smile, to convey, 'Maa, I'm so thrilled to see you.' Therefore I somehow extract the time for that first morning hug and kiss from my baby, even if it implies I will get late to kick start my day.

· I now realize that taking a shower is certainly opulence – so 5 minutes shower- means just that.

· I am now in love with (smitten totally infact) with a total stranger.

· Nothing belongs to me anymore. Everything is now on a perpetual sharing basis.

· I can't help but smirk as I see my husband wiggle to the jiggle with my little boy. He draws out the crazy part of him, which makes him even more charming to me. The imperturbable, macho man has turned out to be a practical marshmallow when his son stretches out to hug him tight. I love seeing his gentle side.

· They're all over... it's the assault of the jumbo, vibrantly colored toys! My previously everything-in-its-place house will perhaps never appear the same, as I now know how useful it is to have a rocker/crib/or a stroller nearby.

· Life has become one big melodious tune – I break into a song giving him a bath or cleaning up his poop, as I just can’t get enough of those toothless grins that come as my prize

· Becoming a mother has trained me the most crucial lessons in life: persistence, compassion, strength, eternal conviction, and that rolling on the floor or jumping like a silly monkey is the most fun thing to do in the world.

· Perfectionism? What’s that now? Yes, cereal is going to get spilled on the rocker, carpet, and clothes will get dirty, but then these stained things can be restored. My baby’s spirit can’t.

· The feeling that my baby loves me – no matter what- is indeed very rewarding in itself too.

· Regardless of what I might have achieved in my life, I look at my baby and tell myself, "I've done a good job!"

For once, I have completely stopped worrying about what other people think of me. I have stopped evaluating and comparing my inside to everybody else’s outside. I live my life in a manner that makes me contented. As the old saying goes: If momma ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy. It’s absolutely correct. Motherhood, for me is like the English weather; if you hang around for some time, it'll alter. The best suggestion to all mommies and mommy-to-be’s: strive to go with the tide and enjoy both the sunbeams and the gusts ahead.

Keep Reading!

Auteur