you know how I take part in EVERY womensweb competition..ever since it has been incepted……its like a ritual to me…and of course, the part that I have NEVER won anything doesnt deter me from doing it…I take part every single time 🙂
So when they came up with a Celebrating Myself contest, how could I not?
A few days ago, I was very depressed…for some reason…may be I was PMSing or may be I was upset at work, or may be I was just you know feeling meloncholy….Do you know of days when you feel everything is wrong…
your face, the pimples, the fat cells that refuse to leave your body, the way your child is crying at the drop of a hat, the stupid guilt of being a working mom, the way you keep burning your food, the way you keep thinking that your husband is only interested in the blackberry, the jeans that refuse to climb your thighs or the formal pants that hurt your paunch when you sit or the excel sheet that refuses to save itself on the server or the word document which comes back to you with zillions of corrections during review.
Yes, all this and much more was depressing me to no end.
Then I reached home all depressed and bugged and irritated. I was ready to scream my head off at the brat and her father.
I realise the brat is not yet home. I quickly make some Chole and decide to make bature for the brat who has been asking me for a long time that she wanted to eat chole bature.
Why? Why am I doing this? I hate frying anything. In the 6 years of marriage, I have made puris only once, that too when the MIL Was there. But here I was, all depressed and yet ready to go ahead and fry puris.
And then the brat comes. I realise she has come because I hear her voice on the staircase arguing with her Appa that she knows her Amma is back home.
She loudly knocks the door and by the time I open up she has made a racket pounding the door with all her strength.
I open up and she rushes into my arms, laughing so loudly that I fear her face will break into two.
She laughs and laughs and laughs for about 2 minutes hugging me hard.
I realise, there is so much I have in life. I have so much to celebrate about myself. I have so much that I have achieved in life. I realise that I am content totally content at this point in life. Which personally is a big achievement. I am content with the way my life is now. No matter how much I crib about my weight gain or my lack of sleep, if someone asked me what more do you want in life, I would have nothing to answer. Nothing MORE.
I have realised that the pimples dont matter when the brat tells me that I look beautiful in a white kurta (Amma, aaj aap kitne sundar look kar rahe ho)
I have realised that the fat cells that refuse leave my body dont matter because there is always a nice kurta the husband brought which make me feel great within
I have realised that the way your child is crying at the drop of a hat doesnt matter because she is equally quick to burst into laughter through the tears when I have it in me to distract her attention
I have realised that its stupid having the stupid guilt of being a working mom because a mom is a mom is a mom and I am definitely A MOM 🙂
I have realised that burning the food doesnt matter when you have a family who eats whatever you make and there are times when your food is equally superlative 🙂
I have realised that thinking that your husband is only interested in the blackberry is not really true when he sets out to make rajma rice for you when you are down and upset
I have realised that the jeans that refuse to climb your thighs are not a big deal because you can always get a new pair or get them stitched
I have realised that the formal pants that hurt your paunch when you sit can be replaced with a salwar
I have realised that the excel sheet that refuses to save itself on the server can have an alternate location for saving
I have realised that the word document which comes back to you with zillions of corrections during review is just a way for you to learn better writing skills.
I have realised that I have achieved enough in life to be proud of myself. I have realised that I have it in me to multi-task. I can work, I can take care of a child, I can be a wife, I can be a daughter and yet I am me. I am an individual. But more Importantly my greatest achievement is that I have realised that I dont HAVE to be a mother or a wife or a daughter. I am what I want myself to be. and That I think is the best way of celebrating one self 🙂
Always writing to you
ETA to add the code – thanks RS –
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