Do you remember your favorite book from childhood?
The little princess by Frances Hodgkin Burnett.Somehow I was deeply impacted by the strength and resilience that the main character showcased when she lost all,accepted it with grace and yet helped people around her with whatever resources she had all with her head held high like a true princess♥️
My head hurts , I try to remove my scrunchie from my messy bun God it’s tangled bad! so bad that I think I might have to cut of a chunk of my hair to clear this up. I don’t remember the last time I combed my hair may be three days back or maybe last week , does it even matter now! A 2 minute shower feels like a luxury these days
I need to use the washroom but am prohibited. I don’t recollect having my meal on time or sipping my ususally favorite hot tea.”I Quit!” I can hear myself repeating this in my head again and again.All these changes creeped into my life as soon as my new boss entered my life 6 months back. My baby ,my beautiful little girl. As I see her howling in my arms,nothing I do comforts her.She just had a scrumptious meal, got her diaper cleaned for the 5th time.She has been in my arms the entire time, yet nothing seems to satisfy her.Every Attempt is rejected with a deep wail implying you can do better.I try to sooth her, sing a lullaby or make up a silly game which catches her eye for a while and finally she breaks into a slight smile. While we play this new game on the rotating chair, I curse the moment when I decided to turn on the left instead of right which was for some reason so amusing, and like a fire siren she is on again as if her merry world just collapsed .
Just then my husband comes and picks her up and voila! she is all cheerful as if she never ever cried! I tell my husband ” oh she hates me”. I am the one who birthed her yet she hates me ” My husband says,” you are being silly , why dont you finish your tea I will take care of her for a while”
“Thank you” I say and head towards my tea , too tired to reheat it, I end up sipping on the almost cold tea. It’s been exactly 3 minutes when I hear her wail again which automatically sets me out of my chair rushing to check what happened again. I reach the door and see two small arms out stretched towards me, pleading eyes begging me to pick her up. Secretly I am happy that she want’s me yet again!
I gently take her in my arms and within two minutes she goes all silent . At first I did not pay attention , but the silence grew too unbearable which instantly transformed into a scare to check if she’s alright and is breathing fine. I let out a sigh of relief and caress her face realizing that I am her safe haven.
As I look at her face a train of thoughts start running in my mind. She is 6 months old and I need to go back to work! Fear rising in my chest how am I going to train her to be away from me , how will she nap without me or even eat her meals .I know she plays with her nanny in my absence but her eyes keep searching for me , and the moment they spot me she goes hysterical only with the hope of being with me and she doesn’t care about anything. It is a difficult choice that I have to make . And I soon realise it’s not just her who is to be trained , I need to be trained too! I need to be trained to not look out for those cute cubby hands and try and hold them every five mins, I need to train to control myself and not run to put her down for your nap when the nanny fails. I need to stop going to her room and checking if you are smiling,happy and content .
Everyone advises about how the baby needs to be sleep trained, don’t let the separation anxiety set in, children will get used to it. Nobody spoke about the pain that a working mother faces in learning to let go , let go of things which may be small for others but huge for her like those soft sighs that the sleepy baby gives when a mother picks her up knowing she is in safe arms or the sudden necessity the child feels to touch her mother’s face or when the mother’s heart breaks on hearing the baby cry when she refuses to go to anyone but stay with the most important person.
Oh! it’s cruel to choose cause I need to set an example for you! i don’t want you to ever feel that a women needs to give up her career to raise her children cause if I do so, so you will do the same. You should know there is always an option and it varies from person to person and all of it is ok.There’s nothing right or wrong in choosing a baby over career or choosing to juggle between and try to get the best of both worlds. Both the mothers are trying hard and none of them had it easy. World needs to stop putting a mother over another, stop passing judgements that you do enough or not.
Know that you will always be enough for your child for they know nothing beyond you. Stop being soo harsh on yourself and enjoy the time spent in cuddling them. So here’s to embracing the messy buns and cold tea for this is a new colour to my personality and it is more than beautiful than any other! Let’s juggle!
A leader should be like water. Agile, free flowing , deep and making way for others. Like water nourishes life , helps them survive, a leader needs to nurture their people and give them opportunity to grow.
A true leader is never a self declared leader. The essence of a true leader lies in their humility, empathy and the desire to do good for all and not just for themselves.
Every individual is a leader in their own way in different situation in their life , probably even without trying to be one. At home ,as parents, you are the leaders,: you are showing the way of life to your children. At your work you are inspiring someone to be like you, you are a Leader.
A good leader is the one with whom you feel connected , you can approach them , who has your back, who shares your failures and shares his success, they inspire you, they ignite the desire in you to do something meaningful with your life. They make you want to be brave like them , understand people and their emotions, be rational. They are willing to look through other’s lens. They are not the ones to play the blame game when things are spiralling down. They don’t expect to be treated like kings, but will be happy to work along with their people at the grass root level. They don’t just give out a problem to be solved, they sit with you and help you to find the solution. A “Good Leader” is leading you to your excellence and bringing out your leadership.
When I came into this world I felt loved, when I took my first steps I felt love, when I started to grow and excel in everything I attempted , I felt love , Love that made my soul wet like the sea waves. Then came a time life decided to make me try it’s different flavor. When nothing seemed to go the way you wanted or you felt that you ended up being a disappointment for your loved ones, at that point the support that my parents and siblings showed was love. When I had forgotten what it felt like to be adored , valued , felt depressed and unwanted, with no motivation in life, tiny fingers held my hand , with a toothless grin, demanded I put him to sleep in my arms, watching him dream away to my lullaby I felt love! When my partner fought with me to break my limitations and pushed me to go and grab the world with my bare hands, I felt LOVE ❤
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
Definitely from the thoughts and emotions . Sorting these can help to a great extend in have a clearer path and defined actions. It will train the human mind to have the awareness and have a response to the various situations in life , rather than reacting in haste.
Today is a chilly winter morning. It is one such day when you want to stay snuggled in your bed and not step out of it. When getting up is a challenge , suddenly I feel the golden rays hitting the glass window and find it’s way into my room through my linen curtains. The mere presence of the sunlight makes me smile and motivates me to jump out of my bed and soak in it’s warmth.
It’s embrace , reminds me of the most warmest hug that I usually give my Mother when I wake up, whenever I stay with her. As I sit down to enjoy my hot cup of tea admiring the beautiful sun on this chilly winter morning, I am visited by Mr & Mrs Goofy. Let me introduce you to my every day morning visitors first. This couple is my early morning , garden admirers. They love to take a stroll through my garden, walking pass my plants , admiring the flowers for a moment and completing their morning walk inhaling the fresh oxygen from my garden.
They love it soo much that sometimes, I over hear their plans to settle in my garden and have a family nested in between the flowers , amidst the lush greenery. But every story has a villain! In this story , it is me. I see them pouncing on my fern plant and doing a happy dance . That scene is enough to set me on my toes , with full determination to scare their lives out, I barge in my garden and chase them away.
The moment they see me , they start flapping their wings and try to find a way out. For heaven’s sake it’s an open balcony, and mind you it’s soo difficult to find the way out! They bang into the railings , frantically flapping their wings and keeping an eye on my outstretched hand. I on the other hand , though want to scare them , but am equally scared for them, for I don’t want them to get hurt. Mrs Goofy flew out smooth and perched on another roof , little away but in clear sight of Mr. Goofy. She looked quite tensed with the struggle Mr goofy was having getting out of the open space. I patiently wait for him to find his way out and join Mrs Goofy on the other roof.
This is my almost every day routine with them, but they never fail to visit my garden and me. Occasionally I find them comedown to drink water from my plant’s bowl, or someday I will find them on the top railings soaking in the sun. However I have also noticed that they don’t frequent the garden , if am not around. Makes me wonder, whether the stroll is just a pretext and they actually just want to wish me Good Morning.
I guess in spite of my coldness towards them , they sense the warmth. I feel I am scary to them, but to them, I am not that scary!
Often in our real lives, we do have at least one such person who may look unapproachable, strict. But deep down , may be all that person really needs is someone to actually come and talk to them , listen to them , or just be there with them, get a feeling of being somebody from anybody. Warmth in a relationship can arise with repeated efforts of trying to ignite the warmth. May be you will also understand better and find ways to connect with them.
Well as of Mr & Mrs Goofy and myself, we do our routine again, and bid farewell to each other for today, in wait for the next morning to chase out the cold and take in some warmth from this unsaid friendship!
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The girl who lives on Apple and Mango 