metromum

I approached motherhood quite calmly. I thought that my determination, my convictions, and my resourcefulness would get me through the many uncertainties that would come with becoming a new parent.

Now, two years since the birth of my son, I realize I had no idea whatsoever what was in store. In the midst of all the awe, wonder, and joy that came with the entry of a baby into my life came a lot of questions to be replaced with even more questions. I am slowly understanding that there is no real formula to being a mum (in the metro or anywhere else), no matter how many books and articles I read, how many friends and experts I consult, and how much time I attempt to build a sturdy structure, just to have my toddler easily topple it down with glee.

Motherhood—the word means so much. Its implications hold weight in any context you place it: at the workplace, amongst friends, with your spouse, with yourself.

I am everything I used to be, but I have become more. In an era where women can be and should be all they can be, I strive for one thing everyday: the balance of motherhood’s role in the daily life. And occasionally, simply allowing impending chaos to be let loose and cleaning up the mess the next day. Just like the pile of dirty dishes in my sink on many tired nights when I fall asleep happily next to my boys.