by Surabhi Kaushik
(North Carolina, US Minor Outlying Islands)
“Motherhood is nearest to divinity, it is the highest, holiest service to be assumed by mankind.” – Howard W. Hunter.
It’s a beautiful quote but I am not quite sure I can say for myself? “Ahem! Ahem!” In my own words, I enjoy being a mother, but I also do enjoy non-stop complaining about things I cannot change. For instance, waking up early in the morning or researching for school projects or tirelessly trying to put together a snack which is delicious, healthy and does not come back in the lunch box half eaten.
When my kid was younger, wiping running noses, changing leaky diapers, and trying to quieten a wailing kid for a reason I just couldn’t figure out made me want to pull my hair out! Damn those commercials on television where they showed you that your baby is smiling like an angel or sleeping peacefully in your arms. No! that is not motherhood.
Motherhood means being ready to be covered by poop, vomit or unwanted sticky things on your body at any time of the day / night. It means saying no to some of your favourite food (drinks included), fewer or no time to hang out with friends, not fitting into your skin-tight jeans anymore because your post pregnancy tummy refuses to bid you goodbye…the list can be pretty long.
And yet, on days when my kid was sick and looked helpless as a withered flower, all I prayed for was for him to be back on his feet and be up to some mischief again. Times when my kid is understanding and patient in a long donut queue, doctor’s office or mesmerised by the world outside on a long drive, I feel blessed and complete, thankful to be a mother.
“The most precious arms that you ever have around your neck are the arms of your children.”- Unknown. Couldn’t agree with that more! It’s a joy to hear your child’s voice no matter how old they are, it never hurts to get up in the middle of the night and check if they are alright, hug them tight no matter how much they complain and kiss them on their cheek when no one is looking (subject to age, of course!). ***