With mother’s day approaching fast, corporate gimmicks of every hue and shapes can be seen advertised massively. From restaurants to jewellery stores to you -name-it – everyone wants to cash in on this band wagon. Oh yes there are loads of blog writing contests too on this theme, which is how this blog has come about too.
My take is a bit hatke from the usual syrupy montages to Mom as I want to ask all those mothers out there who decided to have a child and then let them loose on the world!
Why Mataji why?
What “paap” have I done to have your shrieking kid run around my table as I try to read a book over my favourite cup of tea in a cafe of my choice? Just because you need a break; does that mean I don’t?
Why do you insist on having your tiny tots accompany you in dark movie halls where the loud volume, chilly air and barely any light scenario sets off your kid to bawl their lungs out? And no when you hand her over to your partner to walk outside does not help as it’s a constant feature and disturbs me every time? BTW I did pay for my movie ticket and popcorn – its isn’t a freebie or didn’t you know!!
What joy do you get from having your jigar ke tukde run up and down the stairs in a darkened theatre, spraying popcorn and coke on hapless idiots like me?
Initial days, I would lose it and ask the parents to control their kids please! I would be met with death stares and chest beatings. Damn! I should have just committed hara-kiri!!! 😉
“You don’t have kids, na? Thats why you are so rude and intolerant! ” intoned one mommyji while smothering the little darling to her gym sculpted abs.
“I also need a break – ok! What are they doing to you anyways?”, belched out another harried woman who acutely resembled a zombie from death zone 2.
“They are kids – what do you expect?” another sagely pointed out while raking her kohl rimmed scrutiny on to scruffy student me.
I expect them to behave!!!
I remember as a child, I was left at home so often while my parents socialized. Or if there was a party in the house, we were put to bed by sharp 8 p.m.
I remember being smacked for running helter skelter in public spaces.
There would be some serious instruction drilling by my
major-general mater, before family occasions like weddings.
What do you remember from your childhood?
Is your need for a day off any excuse to let your child be a bother on others in public spaces? Why arent you perturbed to see your child doing nagin dance on the restaurant floor to get your attention? Spitting food and throwing cutlery is not adorable!
You justify that to prove you are a woman, wife and sanskari – you have to have a child!! While my making a conscious choice not to, means I am ………………………
My dear Mother India, can you please understand that having a child is a huge responsibility? You are partaking in educating another individual; teaching her right from wrong; good from bad and wise to idiotic. You need to be geared up emotionally, physically and financially to have children in today’s times when one is living in nuclear setups ( little/none family support), both parents working to augment finances and the horrifying rackets of hired helps.
But no, we would rather be frazzled, harried, frustrated sleep deprived women, juggling home, husband, kids and job and spew it all out on the poor unsuspecting souls like me, than admit that we can’t handle this!!
This mothers day I sincerely want to implore to mothers and mothers-to-be out there – Kids are not akin to a diamond set that you have to have in your kitty or that mixie grinder that your next door neighbour also has. Kids are little people who grow up into bigger ones; loving or resenting you, depending on how you brought them up.
I want to thank my Mother India for ensuring that I turn out to be a well (if not mild) mannered child who knew better to risk her ire; even if the temptation to hawk out spit from the terrace to ground below was a killer one!
Everytime I fly, I make it a point to request for a seat away from a child; never mind window or aisle 😉
So how do feel if you have a screaming /bawling / fidgety kid sitting next to you on the plane or a movie theatre?
I am linking this post with Friday Reflections by Sanchie & Corinne for the prompt “Something I dread”