Confessions of a First-Time Mom

Mommy Time

As I wake up, I see that cute and innocent face lying on my chest and give it a kiss and sneak out of the room to begin work for the day.

Just like a sensor would detect my absence, in a matter of seconds, she will come searching for me in the kitchen, wrap her small arms around my legs, expecting me to pick her up and show some love.

You no longer have alone, “ME” time. Now you get only Mommy time, time for your baby, and never a time for yourself.

This is never a complaint, but a compliment to every mother out there.

Life before becoming a mother and after becoming a mother are like day and night.

The Reality of Motherhood

Motherhood was more a deep desire than a dream for me.

Having seen my mother, a superwoman who sacrificed her whole life for her two kids, motherhood should have been easy on me.

The truth is, no matter how inspired you are, or how much you desire it, the struggles are always big and always new.

But little did I know of the sacrifices I had to make or the extent to which I had to tune my life in a different way.

Initially, I was extremely anxious because I did not have any parents who would direct me in how to become a mother.

I had to accept the fact that I had to adapt to whatever is necessary to become a mother.

After becoming a mother, I realized what it is for every mother. The way they perceive things, the way they shift priorities.

All that I had read from the mouth of poets or elders, was happening right before my eyes.

There are nights where one cannot get a moment’s sleep without any rest at all.

There comes a time when you place your baby and then run to the toilet, only to hear your baby crying aloud.

There are times when you are feeding, and only you know that the bladder is full and can explode anytime. But there she is, this small human being clinging tightly to your body.

The days are no longer the same. You plan your day around her sleep time and her food routine. No movies, no travel, just you and your little one.

Oh, gone are those days when you wanted to look really smart. Now you think of which dress might suit your little one best.

A chocolate addict that I was, I now keep it aside for that little girl, who gleefully takes it from my hand. For me now, the joy is that innocent smile.

Those chocolate-smudged lips and hands speak a lot for me, and I’m super content with it.

Sleep is something I’ve forgotten lately. Lol!

The day starts with her and ends with her tight hug as she sleeps.

What Motherhood Means to Me

Today, I know what it is to be a mother, or in other words, what motherhood is.

According to me, the meaning of Mother or Motherhood is pure and unconditional sacrifice. A sacrifice they do not make as a duty or because they have no other choice, but because a mother finds joy in it, doing it for an extended part of her being. A part that is, at the moment, outside her body, but was once one with her physical being.

There are times when your patience is tested, but that’s the beauty of total dependence on you.

Hold On to These Moments

After a while, they move places, they become independent, and move on in life. That’s when you badly miss that absolute dependence on you.

It’s only these moments that are left for you to hold tight to.

After a while, you may not get to hear the call, “Amma,” often, in fact, every minute.

After a while, you may not get to kiss those tender cheeks.

After a while, you may not get to hug them tight and sleep.

After a while, you may not get to even prepare or share food with them.

You may crave just to get a glimpse of them.

Time flies, and so do these precious moments, those soft cheeks, those tender fingers, and their racing little heartbeats.

I have only one thing to tell all mothers out there, especially first-time moms.

Live every precious LITTLE moment.

They are never going to come back.

Happy Motherhood!