Doctor Mommy: Am I a Crazy Mom!

Don't know whether I was crazy since birth or Kartavya is the one who should take its whole and sole responsibility.

I seem to be very calm and composed socially but only my dear ones know-how annoying I am, they use to feel pity for my life-partner as well my offspring in advance.

My friends would have definitely gifted a letter of "Handle with Caution" to my spouse as my wedding gift.

On knowing about my conception, they were worried about my baby for handling such a mother.

I happily accepted all these statements which were actually true, as I was, I will & will always be Childish.

Being childish was actually going to help me in my motherhood as I had read somewhere "You need to be childish with your baby"

but,

little did I knew that its level needs to match idiocy.

Yes, I am proud of being an insane mother as sometimes the only way to stay sane is to go a little crazy.

I am proud to laugh hard with my kid without any reason.

I am proud of cuddling him, kissing him madly and sometimes even biting him out of love.

I am proud to dance on sad songs to accompany him.

I am proud of playing with his interesting toys when he is busy napping.

I am proud to fake sleep, just to make Kartavya sleep and I am the one who wakes up after a few hours nap.

I am proud to shop for self when planned for his closet to be filled.

I am proud of enjoying movies in theatres by breastfeeding him continuously.

I am proud of giving him trolly ride in the mall.

I am proud of playing peek-a-boo, just to take a few seconds break from his tiring play.

I am proud to have my ME time, keeping him engrossed with his dad.

I am proud of playing cricket at home, in the lobby, in the mall & even in the theatre with him and shouting "OUT" loud which adds on to his excitement.

I am proud to clap and praise him at any of his achievements, be it raising up from a fall, be his helping gesture or be it his funny dance.

I am proud of jumping out of excitement on the sight of a sparrow, crow, cow, dog, cat, horse, sheep, etc just to make his learning more interesting.

I am proud when my small sling bag is filled no more with any of my cosmetics but his clothes & toys.

I am proud of carrying his favorite book everywhere & making animal sounds & gestures even in public.

I am proud to keep him untidy and accompany him in his mud play.

I am proud to make him wear the same clothes again and again until they are worn out.

I am proud of making the same dal-chawal-roti-sabji for him every 5 days a week.

I am proud of mimicking his actions & teasing him.

I am proud of making him sleep by my fake scold.

I am proud of calling every child, bhaiya & didi so as to make him understand the meaning of giving respect.

I am proud when murmuring nursery rhymes took place of filmy songs.

I am proud of making him involve in every household activity be it, grocery shopping, be it gardening, be it morning & evening prayers by lightening diyas at home, be it folding clothes and be it keeping things at their place.

I am proud of sharing his pee & potty story which is obviously going to be embarrassing when he would grow big.

I am proud of making the coconut pony with his military haircut.

I am proud of making him wear Mowgli chaddi & click him.

I am proud of kissing his cheeks with my teary eyes and apologizing for being harsh when he is in deep sleep.

I am proud of warning other couples to stay away from parenthood until they have lived their life to the fullest, but inner me, know very well that life was incomplete without you Kartavya.