Mother

A working mother, this is what you can call me. Yes, I work. I wake up late, I go to office, I spend practically my entire day in office, or commuting, and I come home exhausted, in dark. In that darkness, I see you smiling my doll. Magic it is, the way all the exhaustion just vanishes in thin air! Your innocent words, your warm hug refreshes me to an extent that the woman who a moment ago didn't even had the strength left in her to change herself into something comfortable, is now running around the house with you, playing with you, studying with you, my doll, with a fresh new energy induced from your presence. Yes, I work. Like every other mother, I do not cook you breakfast everyday. I do not make you ready for school, or prepare your tiffin box. I am not there to cuddle you when you are back home, to listen to your non-stop jabber-jabber on how your school went while taking off your uniform, and how much much you love your teacher and your friends. All this while, I am in a different place, glued up to the computer screen looking for some answers, or in a meeting room trying to understand business. ‘Business’. But you are there on my mind, every single minute, with me, and I wait. I wait for the clock to strike 6:00 so that I can see you and listen to all you’ve to tell. Did I ever tell you that I love cooking? I just looked up a wow recipe that you are going to enjoy eating when I’ll try this weekend. And I love listening to your talks! I dream to see you in your uniform every morning, and to wave you good-bye for school. I want me to be the one you vent out your thoughts in. I want me to be the one you are most comfortable with. I want me to be there for you in every new step you take, not virtually, but physically, always by your side. I do, really do try little one.

I have traded many of the wonderful moments of my motherhood with this ‘business’. But I hold no regrets. And I will not say that I did this only for you. No. I did this for myself. You must be thinking, what’s the whole point when I am actually missing out on many of the beautiful things in life as I say. Keep this in your mind always my baby, sometimes, it is not the things you enjoy doing that satisfy you, but the things you take pride in doing. I am doing this so that when you grow up into that strong and independent woman I picture you to be, you will not sacrifice your individuality and pride for your child, instead, you’ll learn to manage your professional and your personal life wonderfully well and will make your child learn and respect the value of ‘being independent’. I work, so that you see me and grow up into that woman who needs a man only because she is in love with him, for she can pay off her own bills. Today, if I leave my work, you’ll do that tomorrow, and so will your child, and the chain will continue. I won’t let that happen. I’ll break this chain. And I work, because I want to, it doesn’t needs any further explanation. Dear one, I live my life with you on weekends, weekends can you imagine? That is not enough, but I am happy. I really am happy with how amazing you are turning out to be, just like me! I am proud of you! So small a kid, but you’ve always co-operated. Someday, you’ll grow up to be proud of me too. I’ll stay strong always, for you and for me. I’ll see you grow into a dignified lady, who knows how to live and enjoy her life on her own terms, a lady who knows how to put up her valid point in front of others without hesitation, humbly, gently, a lady who respects others and her own self too, a lady who has wings and a lady this world will remember. In doing all this, remember, you are beautiful and lucky, for you are a woman. Be brave, be bold, but gently, carefully for you are a woman. I love you my baby, and I always will love you, till the end of my time.