Motherhood
Being a mother is not always easy.
Scratch that.
Being a mother is RARELY easy.
Take my case as an example. Everytime I am bursting with ideas, whenever I simply long to pour them using my beloved PC (typing them down, to be exact), Aza wails. It's so strange. Usually he is content playing with our helpers while I eat, take a bath, read something, and so on. I suspect that he can sense when ideas reign my head. Maybe he hates them. I wouldn't know.
It's frustrating. Because to me writing is a necessity. When I can't do that, I become really nasty.
I forcefed some porridge to Aza.
I harbored horrid thoughts concerning my neighbor and someone that I had never met.
I yelled at my mother.
I nagged my partner.
I wanted to turn the house upside down. Decided not to because I lacked the strength. (yes, I'm thankful now!)
Oui. I need a break. A holiday, perhaps. I want to escape!
But looking at Aza's serene face, sleeping soundly as if believing himself as the luckiest baby in the universe, I melt.
I realize I love being a mother.
4 comments:
rio
i'm no parent but i can totally relate to the power of babies over everyone around them. grown ups are merely their prisoners, we don't hava a chance. they win all the time.
and yet, we don't feel losing, right;)?
sometimes i feel like giving in, just to make Aza happy, hehe. I'd do many silly things, even, to make him smile or laugh.
Kayaknya lu emang udah pas banget jadi bapak deh, Yo. ;)
Donna, mungkin caraku bisa dicoba, kasih laptop boong2an biar dia ikutan sibuk sendiri pas kita sibuk ngetik :-D Tapi honestly, semakin besar semakin dia tau that komputer kita jauh lebih menarik dari punyanya..hehe..dan masalah yang sama terjadi lagi.
wah percuma, ya. kalo aku ngetik dia harus dipangku. harus ikutan ngetik. atau harus diperhatikan, kalo nggak ngambek. emang dia ngerasa kali kalo lagi diabaikan, hehe.
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