I gave up being the woman I was…

 

I gave up being the woman I was

To become a mom;

No longer enveloped by trends and society

Which, I had followed all along.

 

The peaceful break of dawn with a cup of tea

Gazing out and lost in thoughts about the day

And, all the lists to be done.

The serene shower

And the musical drive to work

With chitter-chatter about movies and what not…

 

But, I gave up being the woman I was

To become a mom;

No longer enveloped by trends and society

Which, I had followed all along.

 

The stress at work

Broken by thoughts of what to eat

Or the outing planned for the eve.

Contemplating a job change

A better opportunity which could work out

And the weight gain I could do without…

 

But, I gave up being the woman I was

To become a mom;

No longer enveloped by trends and society

Which, I had followed all along.

 

            Weekend was an awaited time

With parties, friends and outings

On the move always - without any timings.

Not a movie to be missed

Favourite author’s book to be read

Visit the salon to look thoroughly bred…

 

But, I gave up being the woman I was

To become a mom;

No longer enveloped by trends and society

Which, I had followed all along.

 

Now, all that I am and wish to be

Is for you my Son;

Your Father and I are no longer man-woman,

But, first and foremost your Dad and Mum.

Till I became a parent…

 

Till I became a parent, I didn’t know that….

A bundle of 3 kilograms could dictate your life

Could make you forget all else

Could turn your day & night upside down

And yet you wouldn’t frown.

 

                I didn’t know that a burp could be the most awaited sound

                A piss on you would make you laugh

                Someone’s trumpet could make you smile

                And you could watch someone poop for a while.

That sleep could be so light

A whimper, a toss in the bed

Would put you on high alert

And make you forget your quilt’s comfort.

 

                I didn’t know sleep deprivation would be so sweet

A zombie’s life one could experience

Sleep-feed-hiccups-feed… would a day comprise

And I could get from others so much advice.

 

That I could eat all that I disliked

So that he gets it all

Stuff that would make me sick or fat

Surprisingly I started enjoying all that.

               

I would look forward to changing a diaper

                And study smells & poops

                And carry a colic-y kid for hours together

                Without any trace of tiredness or a whimper.

 

A staycation could be so exhilarating

Baby babbles so much fun

With my baby home alone

Without any other desire or a moan.

 

                Until I became a parent, I didn’t know…

                That a heart could love so much

                A part of it – outside your self

                Beating with a smile & eyes fixed on you

                As you embrace that bundle

                And the small arms enclose you

                It’s the purest bond of love that you ever knew.