My poem about motherhood and how easily people are ready to judge, comment on what and how you do things in life.. Sigh. I just wish people bring in more compassion in their attitude and try to appreciate what the other person is doing. You are a CA, you don't work? Oh such a shame, why did you learn? You are a SAHM, you don't earn, Oh that's sad, Musnt't you yearn? You are a mother So many things to bother, Well that's life Your identity doesn't matter! You have BG twins! That's a win-win.. But why don't you add up Yet another kin? Your kids go-to school You have plenty of time You don't need a house help Don't you whine! You are a rebel, New ways you sight Why can't you just Obey without a fight? Identity, individuality Why all the hype? What, when, how- Follow the stereotype! All these voices Echoing around My path, my ways Darling I have found.. Praises, prizes, money, fame Nothing I need Ackn...
Hi, this is the space where I will be detailing experiences of raising my twins in a nuclear set up with no external help for baby care. Also, babywearing being very integral part of our lives, Ill be writing about it a lot :)