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#MothersDay - A blog by Divya, ANAYA's Mother

A mother becomes a mother the day she gets to know about the little embryo inside her womb.

It all started one fine day when I did my pregnancy test and it resulted positive. Life changed from the very moment. I was excited but a bit nervous too. I and my husband were working in two different cities that time. So the excited supermom in me felt extra responsible to take care of the baby. I started spending my days managing home, office, long travel, shopping, exercise, reading and any and every thing which could be added to the list. My baby kept me motivated and never let me feel alone. At times when I felt low she kicked me as if she was saying ‘Don’t worry mom. You rock! :) However, by end of sixth month I felt exhausted and I decided to move to my mother’s place for delivery and give some time to my husband to settle down with his work life.




After seven hectic years of work life I was enjoying a peaceful time. Days were spent in all sorts of preparations to welcome the child. But my super-fast girl was equally excited to meet her mom so she jumped out one month before the due date. Surprise!!! Surprise!!!  But I wasn’t much surprised because I had strong intuition of her arrival and I always knew it’s going to be a girl.

God heard my prayers so I named her ANAYA (meaning: God Answers). My days were soaked in pee-poop, burps and breastmilk like any other mother. First year after her birth was really difficult for both of us. I moved in with my husband, who had a demanding job, when Anaya was 3 months old. The place, language and people were new. Despite of our best care she developed stomach infections every now and then which led to temporary lactose intolerance (yes!!! The baby was not even able to digest the breastmilk). She developed severe diaper rashes for more than 6 months. Raising a kid without diapers in this era (when most of us live in nuclear families) is not less than fighting a war. Anaya remain brave throughout the process and I managed though it was a life like zombies 😁.  At times there were cold wars in home due to different parenting approaches. And generally we mothers feel we know the best for our child which makes the fathers more irritated.

Challenges never end and that’s how we learn. We all as a family grow daily with a new born. A baby tests all our relations and my daughter taught me what to prioritize and how much. I became a better manager. She transformed me into a wise, strong and fearless person which I always wanted to be.I got a new perspective to see my life. I have a better bonding with my mother because now I can feel everything she had gone through while raising us.

I and Anaya are the partners in all our madness. We pelt stones in clogged water, dance like stupid, admire sunsets together. She behaves like my mother sometime and I behave like her sibling. My husband plays the role of a peacemaker. 



Though the transformation from a highly career oriented woman to a full time mother hasn’t been easy yet beautiful. The demands from the world will never end but a child only demands love and care. Child rearing process is not smooth for most of the mothers, only difference is - the journey is less or more difficult. So wish you all happy parenting. 

Happy Mother’s Day. 

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  1. Great article......reflects this woman's depth of intelligence and emotions.

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  2. Beautiful piece..motherhood is inexplicable...we change everyday as the baby does...😘😘

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  3. Nice and inspiring post. True if women want they can touch the sky. 😊😊

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  4. This is like an awesome example of explaining a journey to motherhood. God bless your child always.
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