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Sunday, February 7, 2010

And then...

Because my childhood was spent missing my parents, I thought nothing of careers, nothing of being a juggler of home and work, nothing of being a “super” mom. Nothing about being an “earning” wife. I wanted to be a mother and a wife.
I took the decision long ago. Maybe at fifteen, or maybe even before. I don’t quite know.
I made my husband happy when it was just the two of us. I cooked. I made the home pretty. I loved him having his friends over for dinner. He was proud of his pretty wife with a great figure, who cooked well, and liked his friends. He loved his wife who gave him surprise birthday and anniversary gifts. He was grateful to his wife for always listening to his day at work. He lusted for his wife behind their closed bedroom doors.

I had married the love of my life. We loved. Then we had a daughter.

I made my daughter happy. I made her little hand puppets, made her teddy bears in her favourite colour. I painted her room with her favourite cartoon characters. Made her star shaped sandwiches and chocolate chip muffins. Knew all her friend’s names and their parents. Took her out of school and went junk jewellery shopping. Made her bunk classes and went for movies. I tried my hand in teaching her maths, though we did stop that exercise pretty soon. I cried with her when she fought with her best friend and laughed with her when her appa got scared of her makeup kits.

My daughter got a job and became a career woman. And then she became appa's girl.


Anamika said...

too many emotions dont help much when you want to write...

I wish I dint dread about this

I hope this remains just a blog post and not a day of my life...

yadu said...

=^_^= well.. channel them!!

crumbs said...

hmm...I don't like the clear cut binaries that this creates =/

Ammu said...

Loved this due to its plainness....!

Matangi Mawley said...

u know.. i felt as though tht was my mom talking about me... i feel sad!

Zeinab said...

"My daughter got a job and became a career woman. And then she became appa's girl."

Good riddance, eh? She's no more fun as a child anyway, so better late than never.

オテモヤン said...


Amu said...

i agree with 'crumbs'.

but i also thought of innumerable times when i dismissed my mum. *sigh*

Anonymous said...

It may be that your sole purpose in life is simply to serve as a warning to others.............................................

Anonymous said...

working or not, Daughters are always 'appas' girls arnt we? ;)
Didnt get the emotion in ur blog. Regreting ur choice or do u feel ur child does not 'appretiate' ur choice to make it her own? I think you should be proud that you have supported her in all ways you could and becuase of that she is capable enough of leading her own independent life and live her independent choices

Anonymous said...

guess its a vicious cycle.. what do you not like about it? your grand children meeting your fate? or you losing her?