Wake up before everyone else, cook, clean and prepare everything for the day. Kichidi for the little one, tomato chutney for the elder one – oh they don’t like bitter gourd; one another for them. They are ever in my eyes!
Production issues, calls, stakeholders communication, presentations – grab a hot coffee that turns cold and unfinished, rush to check on kids and return. Every minute of break is theirs and not mine!
Realise it’s time for the next meeting, catch up with the production issue, test, report, get back to emails and check the clock strikes 4 to give a bottle of milk to your toddler. As you sit for lunch your toddler laughs wickedly with his soiled diaper.
Work leaving the clock unnoticed; It’s 9:30 pm and leave your desk to get back to the little ones with dinner.
While the elder one remains a second mother, changes diaper and puts the younger one to sleep, my clock hasn’t invited me to bed yet. Final chores and preparation for the next day – what do they like – the clock strikes 12!
Wake up before kids, plan everything for them and make things ready and get back to bed after your kids – and yet branded a bad mother.
I’m a bad mother for I think of their choices and cook; I’m a bad mother for I take all the stress unto me to make sure their day goes well; I’m a bad mother for I missed my favourite coffee or lunch to clean his potty;
I stopped answering those comments for I know my kids are my world and I will do anything for them and also would not give up on my career! Yes I’m adamant and a loving mother but I don’t have to explain my motherhood!
Every working woman’s story!