Moms aren't Moms they are Super Mom's

4 weeks back, my mom had a fall at home, after which she had a small surgery and had her left hand plastered for 4 weeks.

Now, me being "the girl" of the family, obviously, I am her successor in doing the household chores.

Incidentally, around the same time, the maid of my house ran off for her summer vacation leaving me alone.

Trust me, in so many years, I only cook on weekends or when no one is at home and I cook all exotic dishes.

Now, suddenly
Cleaning the house
Washing clothes
Washing the dishes
Cooking
Going to work
Taking care of mom (since she couldn't do a thing by herself)

Exhausted, is a very small word to describe the feeling. I felt like breaking down and crying so many times.

My nice, supportive family quietly ate any crap I made.
God, What to make? What not to make everyday is another big pain on the wrong side.

Go buy veggies
Clean and Cut them
Search Google and find an easy recipe
Cook
Mess up the taste
Feel bad, then give up

Super Mom to the Rescue

I have no idea how our mom's did it. And the kind of nasty kid that I was, I would have strangled myself. How the hell did she manage to do all this,

cook
clean
get the little maniac me ready
endure all my dad's tantrums
drop me in the baby-sitting,
go to work,
quietly endure a monster mother-in-law,
attend all the family obligations
keep family happy and
still smile

If i were her I would have gone insane or wailed or just given up and walked off

Our Moms aren't Mom's they are Super-Mom's

21 Gun Salutes to All the Mothers in this world
Respects

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Have I grown up?

I still love Tom & Jerry and would prefer watching it over anything else. :D

I still love animation flicks more than any other movie, even if the latter is by far the most popular one ever filmed.

I still wish I could get those soap solution used to blow bubbles and then go open-mouthed over how beautiful the bubbles were. :)

I still go head over heels in love with Calvin and Hobbes. :)

I still cry and crib if someone doesn't let me have that thing which I want so much.

I would still gladly exchange my blanket for my mom's saree.

I still search for Young World at my office pantry before The Deccan Chronicle or Times of India.

I still strain my eyes to read that kitty corner at the end of Heathcliff comic strip.

I still get excited over getting a new pen and notebook.

I still love Cerelac's/Farex's yummy taste and wish that I could eat it without people calling me crazy.

I still love to go to parks and sit on swings (I have never had the inspiration to swing high though, even as a child. I just wanted to sit on the swings and gently rock back and forth)

I still love that orange candy we used to get for 25p and wish that the local stores would sell that.

I still love lollipops and will happily suck on one while walking down the road, without giving a damn to what others will think of me.

I still hold my big bro's little finger while we walk down a lane. (And I am glad that he lets me do so :) )

I would still gladly give up a bike ride to have a breezy cycle ride down a lane.

I still go Wheeeeeeee over bubble wrap and don't rest until I popped out every one of the bubbles. :)

I still look up at the sky to try to figure out a constellation that I learned in 3rd grade. (No success till now, though :( )

I still love to dream than to wake up.

Have I grown up? What do you think? Is it just me?

Until later,

Keirthana :)