Why can’t mothers admit they are tired?

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Whenever you look around, you see images of women who seem to be doing it all and without breaking a sweat. You see mothers who handle successful careers, having functional relationships, parenting the perfect kids and still manage to smile almost round the clock and going on and on how motherhood is the most beautiful and glorious thing that ever happened to them. Continue reading “Why can’t mothers admit they are tired?”

The burden on motherhood

 

 

burden of motherhood

I love being a mother. I feel like I should put this up as a disclaimer for people who may be quick to judge me for this piece based on the title. I love my little boy. The way he smiles at me and melts my worries at least for that moment. The way he knocks down my phone when he wants my attention while I’m talking to somebody on the other line. His tiny hands grabbing and burrowing into to me when a stranger wants to pick him up or just say hi. I could go on and on. Motherhood is one of the most beautiful things to happen to me and I shall forever be grateful. Continue reading “The burden on motherhood”

This crazy thing called motherhood

When my child was placed in my arms for the first time, I did not cry. Instead, I was filled with this huge sense of responsibility and it scared me.  Somehow this made it so real. This tiny being was going to be completely reliant on me at least for some time and look up to me for the rest of my life.  I had to keep him alive and help him adjust to this big bad world. Bear in mind that to this day, I had never changed a diaper, didn’t even know how to. Continue reading “This crazy thing called motherhood”