Much has been written and talked and discussed
About the joys and thrills of motherhood.
How the mother should be treated like gold dust
and how she is so noble and loving and good.
Here is looking at the other side of the coin.
About the journey of a woman who becomes a mom.
The unvarnished truth about what happens at every point
How she moves from calm to become a ticking bomb.
The journey is not easy – it is a long climb.
And the discomfort and uneasiness start when she conceives.
The thrill, happiness and anticipation of the coming time
are accompanied by nausea, swelling and a constant unease.
This is temporary – just a matter of time – she reassures herself.
As she tries to find a comfortable position to catch a few winks.
The ballooning of the stomach makes her smile thinking of her baby’s health.
As she sets about making a list of baby things.
Then of course comes the labour, which is no joke at all.
Until the tiny one comes out with a wail and she is wonderstruck.
And super scared about how to handle someone so small.
Her tiredness somehow seems insignificant – not warranting any drugs.
The milestones start – all the ones from the turning over to the sitting.
The crawling, the standing, the stumbling, the walking and all others.
The teething and the toddler years all just go whizzing.
The summers turn to spring, autumns and winters.
Every single stage is new to her – even when the child is all grown up and adult.
She fumbles and stumbles but manages not to fall.
The insecurity and the doubts hit every time but perseverance yields results.
When the child is small or grows towering over her – so tall.
She worries and frets and then worries some more.
She centres her world and her life around the child.
Letting go of herself – not able to recognise who she was before.
Moving through all stages of love – from raging, to shouting to being mild.
I guess the most remarkable thing about the whole journey.
Is the fact that she doesn’t really know what she is doing.
Yet manages to pull it off most of the time – being rock steady
Not showing the tremors and the earthquakes of uncertainty.
She is the one who knows the truth about how she lies awake.
About how she always worries about her decisions.
About how she is so scared that she would make a mistake.
And wishes that she knew the answers to all confusions.
However I guess that sometimes God speaks to her.
Guiding her on what to do and what not.
Which is how she sails along without fear.
On the seas of parenting in her own yacht.