Becoming my parents' daughter
Everyone knows motherhood is tough. That it takes as much out of you as it gives...both in time and joy. One invests so much time and energy into being that perfect mother - the kind who bakes cupcakes on Saturdays just because it is Saturday, who stays awake late into the night folding onesies and stitching fancy buttons on a costume - there are moments that one forgets to be a daughter.
Why?
Why is it engrossing to discuss cow dung with the tot than answer questions on how the day was with the parent? Why is it so hard to let go of little things when it concerns your child? Why is it harder to understand someone you've known for more than two decades while you're completely in-sync with a 21 month old who can barely string two words together? Does motherhood erase all signs of being a daughter once?
As the peer pressure of young, vibrant do-it-all moms rises, the doting daughter slowly fades into the background...with occasional glimpses once in awhile to buy a certain bag, listen to an old tale, touch a burning forehead, share a joke over phone...or simply smile every morning instead of the usual complaint about the wrong sippy cup in the toddler's hands.
Being a mother is all about loving someone unconditionally.
Being a daughter is about letting that someone love you...unconditionally.
Why?
Why is it engrossing to discuss cow dung with the tot than answer questions on how the day was with the parent? Why is it so hard to let go of little things when it concerns your child? Why is it harder to understand someone you've known for more than two decades while you're completely in-sync with a 21 month old who can barely string two words together? Does motherhood erase all signs of being a daughter once?
As the peer pressure of young, vibrant do-it-all moms rises, the doting daughter slowly fades into the background...with occasional glimpses once in awhile to buy a certain bag, listen to an old tale, touch a burning forehead, share a joke over phone...or simply smile every morning instead of the usual complaint about the wrong sippy cup in the toddler's hands.
Being a mother is all about loving someone unconditionally.
Being a daughter is about letting that someone love you...unconditionally.
Labels: life is love, losing a daughter to gain a daughter, Pillowsophy, publicly personal
posted by Kumari at 10:36 PM
6 Comments:
Very well said - the last line. Sounds like you're doing a lot of growing up as you see your child grow before you. :)
Unconditional is the word.. that is what makes it more difficult. Being a loving mother comes naturally, being a caring daughter takes a lot of effort.
Know exactly what you mean :)
very well written...
"The Child is father of the Man"- This is what comes to my mind when I am reading what you so beautifully wrote :)
beautifully woven. Completely understand the feeling.
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