Monday, March 17, 2014
Being a mother, is not easy.
It is hard :
1) when you cook something, and then your son did not even want to try it. In fact, he did not want to eat any food, he simply exist by inhaling air...you are very worried that he might fall ill. And then, everyone around you is scolding YOU because your son is thin.
2) when your son is sick. You would give half your life just to make him well again, but you can't.
3) when people start comparing their children with your son, in front of him. You are afraid that this will lower his self-esteem, but then apart from stapling their mouth shut, there is nothing else that you can do.
4) when people start bashing you on the way you care for your son. Everything that you do is wrong and everything that they do is right. Yes, stapling other people's mouth is not an option here either.
5) when you are sick and the house are left in ruins.
I would like to be the picture perfect mother like in the ads...beautiful clothes with perfect makeup, vacuuming the already tidy and spotless house, with two perfectly matched clothed sons running around doing activities in huge manicured garden.
Some mothers call themselves Supermom.
I am definitely not one of them.
My house is messy, my sons wore mismatches clothes. I cook simple easy peasy food with loads of biscuits, apples and chocolates lying all around the house. The first 2 for the kids, the latter one is for me.
Definitely not a Supermom.
Not even a sidekick to the Supermom.
Maybe the arch-enemy of Supermom?
Can I call my Ultraman and my Helicopter-boy to help me to plan nefarious schemes to take over the world?
And let's put Supermom in the icky dungeons. Without any cleaning tools. Hahahaha!!
I think the medicine that the doctor gave me yesterday is too strong.
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The race of man shall perish, but the eyes
Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
And seem to stare about in mild surprise
At changes greater than they have yet known.
- T.A. Conrad
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake,
excerp from Auguries of Innocence.