Being mother is hard.
Not because of pregnancy or labor, but for every second we are in strain.
The baby screams at night, we feel someone could have held her for a while, but holding her, we are restless listening her cry.
When she clings, we feel we need some space, but even few minutes away from her makes us hold her in tight embrace.
We wish she could handle all her deeds, but if she does, we are no more in need.
Handling all responsibilities makes us feel wish she could grow up fast, but when she grows, we miss her past
The feeling of wasting time being a fulltime mom goes away the moment the feeling of being a mother takes control.
We wish we could hang out with friends, party & shop but without her, our minds are constantly worried about whereabouts of her
Sometimes we feel we should be little less attached but could someone who has grown as an organ inside our body be so easily detached.
Sometimes they get on our nerves and we reprimand only to realize that our guilt cannot be controlled.
We restrict them from using screen time overall, but isn’t it what even we are doing as being adults?
We wish to lead a carefree life like before, but we would even then be longing for a kid to adore.