Can’t we poor mothers have
some formal education or some beginners manual to solve the biggest challenge
of our life i.e. what to do and what not to do with these tiny creatures-kids?
Being a mother since last 12
years made my grey matter a volatile substance.
A section of immaculate learning says let him do what he wants to do
then god forbidden can’t even imagine his downwards shooting grades which can
lead me towards a heart attack. And if I dare to follow system then the world
curse me for being over ambitious. While providing him food if we go by choices
then the million dollar question is whose??
Mine (nutritious) vs. His (Junk). To send them for coaching’s or give
your evening chills and thrills? The
veracity of my emotions lies in sleepless nights and shouting mornings.
Once heard while making them
grows we evolve. Just want to ask a last question.. Whom to blame the system,
our own upbringing or the baba Ranchod Dass - a trigger to my dilemma...
Still
Dicey..............
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