mommy tales

Motherhood, by definition means the state of being a mother, the qualities or spirit of a mother. And when I am so close to becoming one, I have decided to pay tribute to my mom and the in-numerous mother figures in my life. Not a tribute so to speak, but something of that sorts.

I haven't even completed my second trimester, and I already find motherhood extremely demanding! To begin with, morning sickness takes over most of your first trimester and before you know it, you are tackling raging pregnancy hormones (believe me there is nothing glamorous about acne!). Glowing skin, chocolate cravings and tra la la times are reel realities, they are terms that sound scrumptious in reading material. In my case, everything was happening in exponential terms. I had “extreme ”  morning sickness, something that lasted throughout the day and it was called hyperemesis. Just when I began to get comfortable with the fact that the worst was way behind me, I ended up with gallstones, meaning a surgery towards the end of my second trimester. Now, when I am entering my final trimester, all I can say is “What next?” Not to boast, but I have been through a lot, so much that I told my mum and grand-mum that on my baby’s birthday, they should make it a point to wish me! My smart granny had just one question to ask “What about all that your mom went through?”, to which her equally smart grand daughter answered “I was such a good little girl that I did not let her suffer?!” :P.

Having proven my credibility, I guess my appreciation will now seem genuine.

My mom is Victorian, if you get to know her, you will probably assume that she is a character out of a Jane Austen novel, "Prim and Propah!". She does not believe in DA (Display of Affection!) leave aside being made public, and if her only child (dear daughter) were to hug her, she would squirm, shrivel up and beg for distance! Mind you, that does not in the least mean that she doesn’t love me, she is just that way. If you ever get to watch the sitcom “Gilmore Girls”  you will probably understand my relation with my mom. Our relationship has all those idiosyncrasies in a mother daughter relationship. We share most of those “Emily-Lorelai” moments, sans all the bickering. About the bickering, to be perfectly honest, not totally, but most of it. I love my mom and I do enjoy spending my time with her. Our tea time moments are the best, we discuss/ dissect each other’s friends openly, I can hate hers and she can hate mine. Practically speaking, it is only when she begins to give me life lessons that I switch into “yawn” mode.

My grand-mum, on the other hand is a total darling. She loves to be hugged and I cuddle up to her all the time. Even if she does drift off sometimes on the essentials of good living, they always have a wonderful anecdote attached to it. They are just two different women, the two of them.

Along with these mommy figures, I have a  couple of doting aunts (If you are a PG Wodehouse fan, you would probably roll your eyes, but well mine aren’t like that!), some really loving teachers and an over protective headmistress. Yes, I am well looked out for. All these wonderful women, in their own way have put up with my incapabilities or have just been there for me during my tough times. Not until now have I wholly understood their significant input in my life. I guess, I will appreciate it even more as I  further progress into motherhood. 

Three months from now, when I have my little one to care for, I hope to emulate these women, to be as fun and as loving as them. Of course, I have probably inherited some of those quirks from them, but lets just hope that it is a long long time before I get to use that card on my baby.