Mom is Home!

“Is he sleeping?”

“No, mom. He’s wide awake.”

“Okay okay, I am on the way, Dad will drop me there in half an hour.”

“Vaanga vaanga..” (Welcome welcome…), I respond in a gushing tone that comes straight from heart.

I slouch against the couch and relax. Baby D is seriously playing with the cupboard door whose keys jingles every single time he thuds hard. Now that mom is on the way home, I retract myself from every undone household chores and travel down the memory lane, just to let you all know how happily I look forward to my mom’s arrival.

Every friday evening, my mom visits us and spends the weekend with baby D. The two days that follow by are the happiest and undoubtedly the most relaxing period of my week. This is when I hastily take off my invisible adulting cloak, bid a temporary adieu to the kitchen walls, drink cups and cups of hot chai that I don’t necessarily have to make on my own (Euphoria!) and even enjoy a carefree nap during the day.

It isn’t just me who is pampered on weekends. Baby D too. My mom waits for baby D to wake up and when he begins to waggle like a worm in the bed, she sings his favorite song in her own imperfectly perfect tune and in no time, our little boy opens his eyes, smiles sheepishly, rolls towards the iron lady and hugs her tight. Their bond is too strong and emotionally well-defined that sometimes I find myself so incompetent with my own mom when it comes to entertaining and engaging my own child. This wasn’t the same before. When baby D was born, my mom didn’t (let’s say couldn’t) assist me like I wanted her to . While I was fighting an extremely unkind postpartum depression, she was already waging a weaponless war against menopause. I had an unshakeable feeling that she’d fail as a grandmother. I was wrong. Basically, it was just a bad phase and she was equally helpless like me, but I was too devastated to understand the whole picture back then. Oh those days, I don’t even wish to recall!! However, the situation soon changed to my favor once our hormone fluctuations settled down.

Baby D is growing up so fast. So am I, as a confident mother. And so is my mom, as a scintillating grandmother. Her new responsibility as a grandma has redefined her old role (as my mother) in many positive aspects that has a direct influence in the way I parent my child. It is only after I became a mother myself, I have begun to sincerely cherish the bond I share with my mom. Now that baby D has become a toddler, mom’s weekend attendance has become mandatory for reviving my sanity.

She enjoys the mess he makes, celebrates the single syllable he utters and plays all the dumbest games just to make him laugh. From brushing baby D’s milk teeth to wiping his pee and poo, my mom takes immense pride in attending to his needs the moment she gets a cue.

Well, the not-so-main character that greedily benefits from this divine grandma-grandson relationship is none other than the forever exhausted mommy D, that’s me. A day before my mom arrives, I make plans with my fecund brain which primarily focuses on increasing my productivity as a blogger during the weekend. What actually happens is an exact opposite of that – I sleep. Wake up. Eat. Catnap. And repeat. The only alarm that is treated with due respect is my biological urge to empty the bowel and bladder, that too few seconds before they begin to burst.

After a strenuous period of adulting 24/5, all I need is to take this much needed break from my routine, read a book, weave a tale, take a walk, talk a lot and prep my body and soul for the next 5 days of intense parenting. Not to mention the need to hand over baby D to the right substitute while I go on such a dreamy break!

Before my train of thoughts come to an end, the rescuer I am talking about comes into the picture again. This time for real. She knocks on the door and as I joyfully open, with a heroic smile she declares, “Mom is home!πŸ™‹”

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Mom left home yesterday. It’s just Monday and I miss her so much already.

Here’s an old picture of the two of us. PS: The one in saree is my mom πŸ™‚ God bless!

This post is dedicated to every woman who plays an indubitably selfless role as a mother or a grandmother or both in someone’s life. On behalf of the bloggers community, I solemnly salute you!

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    1. Yes. Babies are a weird combo of sweetness and clumsiness. They are mostly adorable and cute but there will be times when they make you want to pull your hair out and just run out of the house. Whatever, they are indeed a handy bundle of joy that you simply can’t say no to, even if it means trading your everything for them! Sounds complicated? You’ll figure this out yourself once you wear the momma shoes πŸ™‚

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  1. Moms are such a gift!!! They’ve already done their ” loving work”, so anything beyond with grandchildren at that level you describe is just a bonus. Definitely not required. You are very fortunate in so many ways❀️

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  2. Mother….This is absolutely the best and a great solace for every newmom. I totally appreciate you wrote this.

    When I think of the patience and untiring support my mum gave me post my critical delivery and the wonderful way she took care of my baby I could then understand and realise her extravagance of care and love for me when I was a baby 30 years back.

    We are blessed to have them in our lives.

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    1. Indeed. I totally agree, dear Angel. Every mother is naturally a selfless giver and it’s high time we should spare a minute or two to let them know how much their presence means to us. I never openly display my affection especially to my mom but today I thought may be it has to be done. Plus, I was also curious to listen to my readers’ opinions on the same. And that’s why I published this personal article to the world.

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  3. Mothers are the salt of the earth. I told my son no matter what ever else goes on in our family he must always respect his Mother. He can disrespect me as much as he thinks he can get away with – but not his Mum. Quick question – I’d like to think his dad is also involved in all this? I remember my Wife’s mother wanting to get very involved and I had to stand on my rights as Dad to get a good balance of shared involvement for all the interested family members πŸ˜‰ Enjoy the time with your child and take lots of pictures (cos’ they grow so fast!)

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  4. I know that feeling! My mum picks my little one up every Friday and has been doing so since I could express breast milk. both of them look forward to their weekends together and I look forward to having an undisturbed sleep, eating junk and reading to my heart’s content, I don’t know what I’d do without her!

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  5. You write beautifully Divya. I enjoyed this one a lot remembering my own days as a young mother when my mother and ma-in law were there to be with me turn by turn and then my days as grand mother when we lived in the neighbourhood of my sister’s daughter, whose son was a nursery going child at that time. my trip to bus stop to pick the young baby, the home work sessions, preparation of school function, both ma and child were carefree as this nani was there. My both the sons being hostels I had enough free time in hand and how I enjoyed my share in childhood of kid. Thanks for following my blog.

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  6. Wonderful Divya.
    You actually helped me know where, when and how I will be needed.
    Just sent my daughter of with her husband after the wedding. It’s a month now and I have been feeling a bit forlorn.
    Thank you for writing as well as starting to follow me!!!

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