I sit back and stare at the almost invisible,
non-existent television screen. I extend my hand to get hold of the TV remote,
when instead, I come across an animal printed blue rattle. I go back to my
position. As I scan my once oh-so-hotel-look-alike room, I only see toys of all
sizes geared up taking spaces on my always sparkling floor. I want to clean the
mess but the wooden cot I bumped into, gives me a terrible knee pain. I close
my eyes; I am in dire need of some sleep. I have never felt so tired before. I
have 148 emails to check. My WhatsApp conversations are all on mute. I know
nothing about the ongoing elections, I am blank about who got shot. This is my
new life, this is how it all gets once you become a mom.
There are times, however, I try to bring my sanity back.
I let the baby scream for some time while I browse through the latest Facebook
updates. There are times when I let him be alone to complete the things undone,
with intervals of continuous checks and re-checks. And there are days when I decide
to go to the salon pampering the pretty me ignoring the wildly ringing phone.
But every time I do these things, I ensure the safety of my child. 9
extra-difficult months gave me this cute little thing I cannot breathe without.
I complain how he gets up throughout the night. I say that this little bundle
of joy has hooked me up searching crazy parenting sites. I exclaim he is
introducing me to most oblivious part of life. But with everything I say, I
grow more. With everything I do, I dwell deeper in the well of love.
And then, when I see my baby scream as I enter the house,
I pause. I cannot resist, but run to pick him up. When I see that lightly
scratched skin, I spend hours thinking how it happened. When tears roll down
his eyes, my heart genuinely skips a beat. His scream makes me jump. His
laughter makes me chuckle. He is my love, he is my life. The moment I see him,
I forget all my cracked bones. I am bound to ignore those stretch marks that
undermined my beauty. And when I see him smile while asleep, I feel the angel
next to me. My life brightens in seconds, my sorrow vanishes in minutes. This
is how it all becomes, once you become a mom.
Written by Atika @forever17mag
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