When everyone knows except the mom



It's been a month to a year my kid was born . Still a beautiful memory and evolving him and me with time. First time mothers learn through their own experience or from the advice from friends and family  and most important advice from the whole society on parenting . A mother only knows what she goes through in all the phases since the child is born to feeding him to his crawl to his solids to his ever changing clothes to his habits to his likes to his dislikes and every goddamn thing about the baby . She only knows how she learns to adapt to this roller coaster of change in baby needs with every passing month and then fortnight and still keeping balance in every sphere of life around her . 

But in all this learning and adapting session , there is a very important thing that keeps poking into her personal life about “ parenting”. So since few days people around me , be it my help who is single and doesn't really know much about parenting or childbirth , old age aunties of my society and other people who rarely knows what and how my baby behaves in the round clock of 24 hours , have started giving me pravachan and tips (really important ones) about how to raise a child . And if i am trying to feed him A with some ingredients and he doesn't take it , then phewwwww suddenly their third expert eye opens and lot of tips pour in on how and what should I make for my baby so that he might eat.

Means really , I understand that this all concern is for good but a  mother already perplexed and complicated about the current status of baby habits and then their expertise really fuses my brain bulbs..  So sometimes I just wanna say them go to hell . But u know what this what in reality you cannot do . So I just reply an “ok “ with a smile . and then thoughts pour in that seriously please spare me all your gyaan  I am unable to hold on to mine right now . 

And finally this thought may be the whole world knows and I am the ignorant one here. But someone had truly said that ignorance is bliss . So i believe i will move on with this blessing in my heart only and to say the world to just *** lost. And i just turn away and continue my day with my way .After all , it's my way or skyway . 



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