It doesn’t matter if you live in Delhi, Mumbai or some remote island somewhere in the world, if you work outside or just stay at home, if you are spiritualistic, atheist or religious, if you are married, divorced or separated, if you are a biological or foster parent, your social class or the language you speak. Believe me, none of that matters. Motherhood is very particular on practical issues, on the way to raising and educating children but in essence, in the deepest of feelings, we are all equal, and that’s what unites us. It’s not about the discussions on giving or not pacifiers, or about when to give solid food, but what unites every mother is fatigue and mixed love. What keeps us connected is to understand that if we cannot make perfection,we feel guilty. It is to realise that yes, parenting is challenging and no one is ever prepared for it but we are, after all, human and not superheroes and even that with all our faults we are the best mothers we can be. What keeps us embraced is the desire for every difficult phase to pass soon but also knowing that the peculiar difficulties it presents, we will miss it later. What unites us is to share the opinion that theory is one thing, practice is another but what works in the end is to follow our own instincts. Empathy between us comes from the urge to disappear for time to time, from crying in shower and joy to every achievement of our children. The discussion is not on whether you are lactating or not, but nourishment of your child is utmost concern to you in every single way. What connects us, even if miles away, is that motherhood transforms us deeper than the metamorphosis of butterflies!
A tribute to every mother who silently fractures their sanity every single day and goes unappreciated!
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