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Gen Z Mom

 Hey There,I am venting it out here,after a long break,on a sunday afternoon where my maid is absent,my 9 months old baby is asleep in his cloth cradle,with some tasks pending and too many books to read.Why not take a moment,stand still and reflect on what is brewing?

I am a gen z mom.Yes You read it right. In the US,it's common to be pregnant very soon.But in India,in this generation,no it's not. A child comes with a lot of responsibilities not just with laughter. Yet,you cry when he/she says his first word,you laugh when he is happy and you prepare N number of nutritious meals just to make him eat healthy.Certainly,life takes a pause. You realise you had  a lot of  time which you could not invest. Or a mom becomes a super woman managing everything.

I make my son to read books which I liked and still like. Am I not wanting him to be how I want? I can scold my son but not anyone else.Clingy baby is a happy baby.I just need  that bond and love from those tiny hands.It's okay if I have to sacrifice my prime time for the same.

I am too inexpressive,out of words to describe what I feel for him. He is still a part of my system,my body.I dont want to jinx it by limiting on how much I love him.My mind always thinks about him,crazy.One of the best accidents ever :)

one day he will read this,he will understand what his mom felt about him.Men are emotionally unavailable.But still a hope,he won't be. 
With love,
Amma



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