Becoming a Mother is a pleasant thing, but the motherhood journey is surely not that easy. It gives many sleepless nights to the parents for sure.
My daughter never slept properly since birth and I am sleep deprived till date. every other mom tells me her kid sleeps nicely and on time. And I am always like, “Oh God, then why my child is like that???”
I have heard of terrible two but my daughter is equally or more terrible after completing 3 yrs. At times I get so annoyed and end up scolding her.
She hits me, pinches me and what not. Again I feel like “Why God why my child is like that???”
And then few days back on a day, emotionally very low, I am crying alone. She comes in and asks “waat happened Mumma. Pappa scolded you.”
I said no. Hmm, then grand paa scolded you. I said, “no baccha. I am just very sad.”
She kept mum. After a few seconds when I looked at her, she had tears in her eyes too. trying to control her cries folding lips.
I said what happened to you baccha?
She – ” Even I am very sad mumma” and she hugs me tightly. Whispering in my ear, “Don’t cry no mumma, I am here with you no…” and she kept weeping…
I exclaimed, “Thank God my child is like this!!!”
And then on a Saturday evening, I got a high fever and severe headache; I was lying down in my bed.
We visit temple on every Saturday evening. My daughter came in and said “Mummaaa.. let’s go to the temple. I said no baccha you go with pappa… I am unwell.
She touched me and said Mumma you are warm. Do you have a headache? I said, “yes baby” She went running to the drawing room and dragged my hubby inside and then he came to know that I am unwell.
I asked them to leave for the temple.
They came back after an hour or so. I had fallen asleep. She woke me up and gave me Prashaad and said, “don’t worry Mumma, I have told Small Bappa (God) to make you fit and fine.” (for her the Adiyogi statue in Coimbatore is the bigggg God so all the other idols seem to be small now. So all of them are in small God’s category )
My hubby came inside and said that she literally prayed to the God loudly “Small bappa, pls make my mumma fit and fine. she has become warm. so make her cold. and please give no headache to her otay. I will give you kinder joy otay.. I will give you two, one pink and one blue otay…thank u chhota bappa.”
I heard these words, it wiped out my pain. I hugged her tightly and said “Thank you baccha for all the prayers and for sacrificing you Kinder Joy for me”.
And while sleeping she herself got some balm and applied on my forehead and back. and said, “sleep on my lap Mumma, you will feel better.”
I said no baccha your legs will pain.
she said no “Mumma baccha”. You will feel better. (My baccha called me Mumma Baccha :* )
I kept my head on her lap. Felt like my moms’ lap.
She was singing various songs and lullabies for me, sitting like that for several minutes and slept like that only.
And I said, “Thank God for gifting me this child.”
A Child is like an Oasis in the desert. You are thirty and tired, and the baby calms you down with its pampering. You always pamper your child, but you never know when can you find that much needed comfort in them.
Kids are called angels, and I witness this. Whenever I am upset, my daughter instantly understands it and hugs me saying, “I am there no? don’t worry Mumma Baccha”
What else a mom could expect her child to be? A sensitive, sensible, sometimes horribly troublesome but equally caring and pampering child; all that I could expect her to be.
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