Motherhood

I was ‘me’ from my childhood.

When I got married,

Portion of me vanished.

When I became mother,

I reassigned as a care taker.

When my hairs started to turn gray,

(to discover me) I found myself pray.

Still I am not able to locate, 

Help me if you can accommodate.

My baby darling Manasa

Back in those days, stress used to frequently defeat me before Manasa’s birth. The reasons may be anything from official stress or my mom/society’s pressure for a baby or any other personal things.

even if there is no reason, I used be stressed when I did not go to work or sit idle at home. So thank God I was working and that used to help me a lot in relaxing myself. I had a wonderful batch of friends in both the companies I worked post wedding.

After pregnancy I started to work from home and during my 9th month of pregnancy, I quit the job. And when Manasa was 10 months old, I got a call from my old company and they agreed for working from home and so again started to work from home.

Its been more than two and half years now, since I have been staying at home and about stress, not sure where it went. Though many sleepless nights and few occasions when baby is sick are stressful, they come into a different category of stress altogether, not the one which I used to face, back in those days. Though the main reason for me working from home is my hubby, I am glad that I escaped from working mom’s guilt. I could understand the stress and guilt they might face. I am at least free from that, though I get paid lesser.

So I strongly believe that babies make a difference in everyone’s life. Its only because of my dear darling, I am stress-free after she came into my life.

Happiest Day!

Today became a special day for me because I spoked to one of my very my bestest friends.

Anitha… she was my dearest cousin from the childhood. Due to fate, she did a love marriage to a wrong person and her whole life became a mess. I am not going to discuss the details about her life, but then she has seen everything in life within her 30 years of age, which are not supposed to experience by anyone.

As the August began and friendship week started, I kept thinking more about her. And finally today I made myself free to talk to Anitha’s sister, got her number and spoke to her after 13 years.

Though we talked about the bitter things of her life, cried and all that, it was very nice to speak to her. We recollected all happy memories we shared during our childhood. We both understood how much we missed each other. She is sort of settled down in her life, after so much of ups & downs and struggles.

God, pls let her live peacefully at least for the rest of her life.