.. where women don’t exist. And even if they do, they don’t menstruate. Pregnancy is a disease. And child care is an excuse for incompetence.
Unfortunately, even women feel ashamed and refer to menstruation as ‘monthly problem’. The sick rooms are re-labeled as ‘privacy room’ so that men do not get to know or are ‘inconvenienced’ by women taking break to rest.
It’s a man’s world indeed. And the only way to survive is to pretend that you are not a ‘woman’.
… Decided to read ‘The wolf of Wall Street ‘.
There are times when I miss being a ‘normal’ doting mother – one who records every moment of her child’s life, takes a lot of pictures, pens down the experiences, describes every new movement, every new word that her child utters.
I really wish I was like that.
With Diya, I get so absorbed in the moment itself that I forget to take the pictures. I promise myself to write down her smart talks (perhaps to play them back to her when she grows up 😉 ). But I end up NOT doing that. And then I regret it.
Diya has grown up so much in last one year.In fact, a lot more than what I had imagined or was prepared for. And though there are times when I am tearing my hair out (esp after her I-am-now-a-teenager behavior), I have never felt more peace in my life! And my favorite is the sleep time (on some days) when she cuddles up next to me, rubs her hand over my forehead, pretends to be my mom and sings me to sleep! Quite a role reversal that is 😉 – one which I love and will cherish forever.
Some milestones are celebrated entirely for our own sense of achievement. They might be insignificant in the public eye. But they are reminders to our battles with selves, struggles and disappointments.
Today is one such day for me.
Five Senses ... 