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I am not the woman who..

I am not the wife who..
I am not the wife who has her biological clock set to get up early before any one gets up, I rely for my phone's alarm..
I am not the wife who cooks from scratch everyday for family, I have a cook at home for helping me in that..
I am not the wife who is good in decorating home, I can live with some mess..
I am not the wife who looks attractive all the time, I am lazy in managing myself...
I am not the wife who has sharp memory to remember buying all grocery items same time, I request my husband to get something everyday..
I am not the wife who loves watching TV, I prefer listening old songs on radio..
I am not the wife who does lovely talks everyday with husband, I am a silent thinker..
And I am not the wife who thinks from heart, I am in habit of finding logic in everything...
BUT I am a devoted wife who gives value to relationships and people of her life. I am the wife who loves to cook what my husband likes on weekends. I am also the wife who watches same movie repeatedly because my husband likes to watch that. I am the wife who wants to help my husband in whatever way I can even if we argue frequently. I am a person who believes in concept of marriage and wants to be a strong life partner of my husband rather than only a married woman. 
I am not the mother who..
I am not the mother who suggests other mothers 'only breast feed' for their babies.. my baby is formula fed..
I am not the mother who stayed longer with her newborn, I resumed office when he was 2 and half month old..
I am not the mother who has given only home-made baby food to her baby, I tried many ready-made ones..
I am not the mother who makes sure her baby's outfits are flawless, I face people complaining for baby's old cloths..
I am not the mother who manages detailed Todos for parenting tasks, I get late in going for immunizations and in ordering diapers..
I am not the mother who keeps house spotless, I let my son scatter toys and eatables..
I am not the mother who spends most of day with her baby, I go for work and at times take help from neighbors in keeping my baby entertained..
I am not the mother whom people admire, I hear people calling me selfish and money minded..
BUT I am a doting mother who tries to priorities family and work every other minute. I am also the mother who scrolls to TV channels where ads are playing because my baby enjoys watching advertisements. I am the mother who loves to notice my son playing even if he is messing up with food. I am the mother whose heart is full of love for her kid and who loves her kid unconditionally even if he does things that drive me crazy. 
I may not have all of it (or even a little of it) together in my life..
But one thing I can say is that I will always be there with my husband and my son..
Not because I felt obligated to be or I thought it is the right thing to do..
But because there is no place in the world I would rather be..


I may not be perfect but I am confident about my true feelings for my family..
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