A lot of times, I sit back and think what it means to have been born as A WOMAN. I read articles, eccentric articles, which state the boon and bane of being a woman. There are snippets of cover stories given by the influential women across the globe that inspire the rest of us. The fundamentals of feminism questioned every other day. The grave act of slavery on some, the rewarding and proud achievements of the other's in any form - it can go on and on.
But for me, off-late, as I have been maturing as a woman in her 30's, the one thing I round off to - is the beauty of MOTHERHOOD.
The divine power bestowed on a woman to create a life inside of her has been fascinating, intriguing, empowering, overwhelming and nurturing at the same time. The art of being able to caress a piece of flesh and blood as if it was your own is a feeling beyond expression.
I was having a chat with a friend who was in her 3rd trimester and was developing cold feet despite having a supporting family (from both sides), a caring partner and after reading the most recommended book for all the expectant mother's "What to expect when you're expecting" - 'Will I Be A Good Mother?', she asked. The most instinctive reply that I gave her was, "having a baby is a testimony of the love you share with your partner. The very feeling when you hold the baby in your hands for the first time, that's when you'll know what it means to be in love with your partner and having to create a life together. There is no rule book for being a perfect mother. It's the link between your emotional and logical side in a given situation which is right for your baby that will determine how good a mother you are and you'll be. It's an act of balance. You won't be right all the time, you won't be in the best of mood all the time - that's ok. Trust me, it will all be worth it."
That instinctive answer still linger's on my mind even to this day. There was one thing I realised that night when I spoke to her, the completeness of being a woman is in being a mother. Whether you're blessed to be a biological mother or you decide to adopt a child to provide him/her a home beneath your wings or lend yourself to surrogate a child - it's fundamentally the feeling of calling someone your own. That feeling when your baby reaches out to you amidst a crowd is most reassuring and warm which cannot be substituted with anything. There are times when I land into a situation, where I start to doubt myself in terms of making a right decision. At that moment, I try to think like a mother and have a role play in my head being both the mother and the daughter. More often that not, I tend to take the right decision. Maybe this is what a heart of a mother does to a mind of a woman.
Some experiences, be it your own that you go through or be it the one's that you hear of your close friends and family, shatter you from within. These are the ones, that make you or break you emotionally, so much so that, you start to question the fundamentals of right or wrong. At times, when you want to pursue what it right at the expense of those around you, tell you the righteousness of being a human. The grave mistakes that you do with your sanity in place, those are the hardest to get over with.
P.S: Dedicated to all the expecting mother's and all the mother's out there. Be proud of making and giving lives. It's a blessing! A Privilege!
But for me, off-late, as I have been maturing as a woman in her 30's, the one thing I round off to - is the beauty of MOTHERHOOD.
The divine power bestowed on a woman to create a life inside of her has been fascinating, intriguing, empowering, overwhelming and nurturing at the same time. The art of being able to caress a piece of flesh and blood as if it was your own is a feeling beyond expression.
I was having a chat with a friend who was in her 3rd trimester and was developing cold feet despite having a supporting family (from both sides), a caring partner and after reading the most recommended book for all the expectant mother's "What to expect when you're expecting" - 'Will I Be A Good Mother?', she asked. The most instinctive reply that I gave her was, "having a baby is a testimony of the love you share with your partner. The very feeling when you hold the baby in your hands for the first time, that's when you'll know what it means to be in love with your partner and having to create a life together. There is no rule book for being a perfect mother. It's the link between your emotional and logical side in a given situation which is right for your baby that will determine how good a mother you are and you'll be. It's an act of balance. You won't be right all the time, you won't be in the best of mood all the time - that's ok. Trust me, it will all be worth it."
That instinctive answer still linger's on my mind even to this day. There was one thing I realised that night when I spoke to her, the completeness of being a woman is in being a mother. Whether you're blessed to be a biological mother or you decide to adopt a child to provide him/her a home beneath your wings or lend yourself to surrogate a child - it's fundamentally the feeling of calling someone your own. That feeling when your baby reaches out to you amidst a crowd is most reassuring and warm which cannot be substituted with anything. There are times when I land into a situation, where I start to doubt myself in terms of making a right decision. At that moment, I try to think like a mother and have a role play in my head being both the mother and the daughter. More often that not, I tend to take the right decision. Maybe this is what a heart of a mother does to a mind of a woman.
Some experiences, be it your own that you go through or be it the one's that you hear of your close friends and family, shatter you from within. These are the ones, that make you or break you emotionally, so much so that, you start to question the fundamentals of right or wrong. At times, when you want to pursue what it right at the expense of those around you, tell you the righteousness of being a human. The grave mistakes that you do with your sanity in place, those are the hardest to get over with.
P.S: Dedicated to all the expecting mother's and all the mother's out there. Be proud of making and giving lives. It's a blessing! A Privilege!
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