I have 2 blog drafts sitting in my diary which I penned on Sunday for this week’s Monday Musings and here I am seething with doubt and posting none of them today.
While one of them is about yet another antics of Dhruv, the other is about how I see and handle things, differently from others, in a particular aspect of life. I am uncertain as to what is it that I do, week after week? Am I bombarding the readers and friends with ‘Look how smart is Dhruv? Look how wise am I?’ This is far from true. He can be awarded the world’s most clingiest child award who also has the tendency to become difficult and stubborn. I had an ugly argument with my mother this morning, upon nothing,which resulted in Dhruv missing his school bus. Too much for smartness and wisdom.
What do I write about? Motherhood, parenting, everyday stories? I consider myself to be that 24*7 mother who is widely loathed in different forums. Yes I am that kind of mother whose 24 hours revolve around her child, who gave up her job and consequently the career, gave up the constant need to battle, adjusted her interests and aspirations (or the lack of it) to suit the circumstances and the requirements of the child. I am the woman whom working mothers consider a threat and accuse of adopting the easy life. To tell you all, years ago I chose peace over struggle and I can assure you there is contentment in peace. At the same time I understand my definition of peace can be different from your definition. My advice is – ‘Schedule an appointment with a 24*7 mother and get to know her before loathing and despising her, you might come to know what you deem as sacrifices is just another way of life, a happier way of life.
This post makes me discover the fact that it is okay with being doubtful once in a while and taking stock of things. Sometimes, merely letting the mind wander aimlessly can also serve to explore a hidden closet of the mind.
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