Happy Freaking Mother's Day

You may be a stay home mom taking care of your little munchkin 24/7 out of free will or because you have no choice or you may be a work from home (WFH) mom, trying to juggle between the little career that you have left and your motherhood responsibilities but nonetheless you do it, the best you can…

You are not perfect but you somehow manage to do it, thinking that most mothers are probably in the same boat as you…And that you are doing it because you firmly believe that's beyond doubt best for your family...

You bear with the little one’s sulk all day long, with a special mention to all the little beast’s tantrums for not wanting to brush his teeth, not wanting to change diapers or not wanting to bath, for being such a picky eater, for throwing everything on the floor out of sheer pleasure to infuriate you and what not?!

But when the darling Dad comes home after work, kiddo is perked up with all the smiles, giggles and play time reserved for him only and when you relate the hard time you had with your tot during his absence, he is somehow thinking you are making all this up to get some sympathy, as if the exhaustion of your face is not proof enough…But of course, men cannot actually read faces let alone frustrations, so knocking at this door would be a total waste of time…

So you finally end up being the child’s slave only, undertaking all his related chores on time and the protagonist ends up stealing the show and getting all the credit, with no regard to the person behind the scene, for making all of this happen for him to be in the limelight…

I sometimes sit back and console myself, thinking it is just a phase and by the time the kid grows up, he will realize the role you played in his upbringing…or maybe he won’t…And that is probably why we need a hearty day to commemorate the mom’s effort…

You stay up all night monitoring your sick child’s temperature and doing cold compresses, maybe two nights in a row…Knackered as you are, you do it as no one else will and because your baby needs you but as soon as he wakes up, he cries for Daddy and does not want to see your face…

You slog all day in the kitchen trying to make your cheeky one’s favourite dishes, wipe the kitchen clean and when it is time to enjoy some mom-son time feeding him, he pushes you away, saying Daddy should be the one to nourish him…

You wash all his clothes; weather permitting; separating the whites from the non-whites, and put them to dry, then do the ironing and when it is time to change him or dress him up after his bath, Daddy is called for duty with cute little games of peek-a-boo…

Hey Kiddo, it seems that I need to jog your memory…You might have forgotten from where you came from…After so many months of bearing with all the pickles of pregnancy, accompanied with hours of excruciating labour pains and sleepless nights, trying to feed you from those biological thermoses…

People say it is the ‘Daddy effect’…I say it is the ‘once in a blue moon effect’, as who does not like special appearances in a movie?! If our favourite hero or heroine was to show up for a couple of minutes for some dancing moves in a film, we would solidly rejoice at this very moment…

As if this was not enough, we moms have to bear the brunt on how fat we have become from the little mortals themselves, though said in an innocent way but nevertheless tactless and hurtful as the de-shaped body was once their home…But Daddy dearest remains as the ever- green idol who happens to save the day whenever it needs saving in the eyes of the little cheeky monsters…

If that is what we call parenthood, we Moms are up for no treat…I do not know till when but I feel somehow relieved that I am not in it alone…So, let us all come together and give the moms here and beyond a big shout: “Happy Freaking Mother’s Day”…

Disclaimer: No harm intended for anyone in question, especially not our male counterparts, bearing in mind that not all of them form part of a homogeneous mass…