Rest of the time we were either feeding or entertaining or running after our kids. However, while talking to these fellow moms, I realized, mostly we see experiences of mothers who paint all rosy picture of motherhood but there are some ‘not so good’ feelings also attached with motherhood that usually remain hidden deep inside.
I am a Punjabi girl, married into a jaat family. The few days of Jaat protests saw my family getting quiet and staring at me confusingly whenever I walked into the TV room, where the media highlighted the ‘not so good’ behaviour of jaats. Obviously there were other castes of people as well with them committing the crimes but Jaats had to face the brunt of all those actions as they were on the face of it. So my family dig deep in me, inquisitively, silently. They wanted to know on which side I was?…..
As some men are running around the house, picking up packed boxes to be moved, Kamya sits on a dining chair to witness what all is left behind…..
Many similar episodes happened wherein I nagged my husband to take me out for a movie, call my parents once in a month, spend at least an hour taking care of our daughter, invite my siblings over for dinner, wish my family members on the special occasions etc. etc. Thankfully, my husband is a willing learner so most of these complaints were promptly taken care of by him. However, it was the recent episode of my ‘nagging’ that brought to me the answer to this magical question, WHY HUSBANDS DON’T NAG?
I smiled looking at my daughter all dolled up. She was a vision, I tell you. A smile of pride ran across my lips as if it was an achievement for me to dress her up smartly. However, I know subconsciously my mind ran images of everyone looking at my girl and complimenting her. This was my ulterior motive