What is the most difficult part of being a mom? For a new mom, it may seem like it's the endless sleepless nights and the seemingly endless, designed-to-irritate-the-hell-out-of-you wails and colic... Oh, and the guilt afterwards (when baby's fast asleep) for thinking badly of the little angel. But what gets me nowadays is the back-to-work dilemma! Being a freelance journalist, it sounds as if it must be easier than for say, a teacher or a lawyer who has to be at a specific place at a pre-appointed time, and no, you can't bring baby along.
For me, it's just as difficult to leave Ditu home for those few hours that it takes for me to get the pages laid out at office or when I am out at an interview. It's okay when she's at playschool... Going out to work then is hardly heartwrenching; per haps I think she has less fun at home with the maid than at school with her peers. Yet, if I am home working on a story, she rarely disturbs me and is content most times to play in another room... until she wants to know what colour dress her imaginary playmate is wearing (and God forbid if you say red when she's actually 'wearing' blue!!).
I totally admire those seeming supermoms who seem to have it all: a career, a social life, lovely children, loving husband and great in-laws, to boot. Was I daydreaming when God was handing out the good bits of kismet?
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