Skip to main content

You dont have to be sorry

Dear Mothers
Don't feel sorry..
Few days back you were crying, locking yourself in bathroom, because your son had broken your guest's cell phone which was a costly one. You cried when your daughter had an accident even being home. All this happened in your presence and you felt guilty for this. You scolded your kids because they were screaming all day after these things happened. But when you came out of bathroom you hugged your son with smile on your face and you said you were sorry for scolding him. You said sorry to your daughter for not being able to save that hurting move.
You don't have to be sorry.
Then there was the day when you were on leave. You had promised kids an outing. But suddenly some urgent office work came and you where on phone whole day. You even couldn't see what they were doing all day. But when you tucked your kids at night, you told them you were sorry you were on the phone so much.
You don't have to be sorry.
When some day you were busy in all cleaning stuff and your little one was chasing you all around to be taken, you ignored your baby. You were even not allowing your daughter to enter in that room where you were cleaning roofs. But when all cleaning got done, you picked your baby up and cuddled her on the couch for a minute before she jumped off your lap. With you face you said sorry to your baby for ignoring her even for a single minute.
You don't have to be sorry.
Remember the day you yelled really loudly at your son? So loud that it scared him and he started crying? And he was confused because he usually wanted you when he was scared, but you were the person who scared him, and he didn't know what to do? Your face softened right away, and you picked him up and promised never to make that sound again.
You don't have to be sorry.
You don't have to be sorry that you didn't make dinner at some day. You tricked your kids with saying that dinner that day was a picnic and you made them eat sandwiches. You were in tears because of not being able to cook homemade food.
You don't have to be sorry.
You don't have to be sorry that you were too tired and you didn't want to read a third story, or that you got frustrated because your toddler kept crawling out of bed. You were dozing with each line of story. But when he slept you felt sorry for not reading story for him.
You don't have to be sorry.
We all face bad times and we always teach our kids that it's OK to have bad days. But we forget to apply this to ourselves. Your kids may not be saying thank you every day but they don't judge you for sure when you fail. Your hugs and kisses do magic when they are hurt. Your tricks make them giggle even they are feeling bad. You are the one with whom they want to be all the time in-spite of moments when you scold them. You may not be perfect, but you are the perfect mommy for them. So you don't have to be sorry ever!

Listen This Post Stop Listening Post

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

My Monsoon Love Hate Love Story

Last year, almost the same time, I packed every belonging of mine and landed to a place which is close to my heart. With bag and baggage, my family moved from Delhi to Lucknow. It was monsoon time when I came here and thank god I witnessed a prosperous rain. Lucknow, though smaller compared to Delhi, is a place I distinguish since childhood. The city of Nawabs is believed as the happiest city in India. As our move was well calculated, my husband and I made sure to have all those things in our lives that I missed being in Delhi. A bigger house (that we can afford), green surroundings, street food access that we missed in Delhi and people who talk in our native tongue.

The Hate Story

I hated the rain when I was in Delhi. My house was in a busy lane of a crowded Delhi locality, and I was living on the second floor of the building. Hence neither I had easy access to the road, nor to terrace. When it rained, I was forced to stay inside. Roads used to get sunk even after the rain of half an…

#TheWomanThatIAm #RRxMM I am not the woman who..

I am not the mother who..
I am not the mother who stayed longer with her newborn, I resumed office when he was barely 2 months old. I am not the mother who witnessed each of my kid's milestones, I got to know them when being told. I am not the mother who could tell breastfeeding stories, my child is a formula-fed gold. I am not the mother who keeps the house spotless, I let my son scatter toys and go overbold. I am not the mother who manages a detailed list for parenting chores, I often keep my to-dos on hold. I am not the mother whom people admire, I hear people calling me selfish and cold.
ALSO I am a doting mother who tries to juggle between family and work every other minute.  I am a mother who watches silly cartoons with my boy.  I am a mother who repeatedly tells the same story every night.  I am a mother who cooks my son's favorite food every week.  And I am also a mother who is the closest person in my son's life!
I am not the wife who..
I am not the wife who has her biological…

My 'Invisible' Accomplishments #DecadeHop #RRxMM

As we entered 2020, through this post I am trying to contemplate the coolest, most daring, and most significant feats of my life during the last decade. Now the more I regress my memory, the more I feel there are two types of achievements or accomplishments that I can ponder upon; Visible and Invisible. Visible ones are those that I can count on my finger like a parrot and others can nod also. I got specs on, married to a not-so-romantic man, produced a baby, started writing and added good 17 kgs in my body volume (I was 50 in 2011). However, there are many invisible accomplishments too that either I know silently or very few can assert.

From 2011 to 2019, Who am I now

From a coy soul to now an outspoken woman, the trek was not easy. I achieved it. From being a no-makeup girl to now a lipstick swatches observer, the transition was tough. But it happened. And from being a sweet hater to now a sweet lover, the change was mysterious yet occurred. And now I can die for Gulab Jamuns. And I…