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Making Memories for My Son

We all have our favourite childhood memories and we love to recall them again and again. A few months back when I was at my mother’s place, my mother started telling me my childhood incidences noticing my son’s naughtiness. Although she has told me those tales many times yet I love listening to them more and more. When she was telling me how she spent those five days when I, as a newborn, was in the hospital, I realized that all my childhood memories are around my parents only. I find no one else in my memory clouds when I look back, although I used to die for many other family members. A Facebook post saying “Kids don’t remember their best day of television” suddenly flashed in front of me.  And then my guilt trip started thinking am I giving enough memories to my son for his future?

I feel all SAH mothers are really lucky that they are participating in making beautiful memories for their kids. But for mothers like me who are working, the story is different. Working mothers don’t spend most of their day with their kids. And they get very few hours to make their kids feel loved and valued. However, in past three years of my life when I was playing a role of a mother along with the role of a software professional, I learned one important thing. Guilt never helps. So we, working mothers, should think about the moments we want our kids to remember in spite the sand clock runs faster for us. And try to make more of those happen. Let’s face a fact that sometimes we need TV, phone or ipad to keep our kids busy but we should realize the fact that phones and ipads can never replace acts of true love.

So after coming back from my office, I dedicate all my time to my son. I take part in his plays. I laugh at his silly jokes. I dance with him. I feed him with my hands making stories. And I make him sleep with only a single role in my life, a mother. When I put my son to bed I take some time to set my phone (and laptop) down and enjoy the warm snuggle of my toddler. I ask him about his day although I know he is too small to explain to me everything happened to him in his daycare. Yes, he goes to a daycare and best part is it’s in my office only. I tell him bedtime stories; I sing for him his favourite Bollywood numbers and my favourite bhajans. And this way I’m trying to make memories that stand out for my son.

I want my son to remember the time we spent in making buildings from his lego set, for painting countless sons and moons, and singing songs that he likes. I would love to do things which my son begs me to do over again. I would die to create the moments that make lasting memories in his mind. I hope my son remembers that even when I didn’t stop for doing all his stuff, he was always in my mind and in my heart. I hope he remembers that I loved him more than any human being in the universe. I hope he would realize this.
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