What motherhood means to me
Views expressed below are personal, and only apply to myself. This post is about how I, personally, deal with this aspect of parenthood. In no way do I intend to undermine/downplay the work/love and devotion of our parents, who are the only reason why I can think critically and differently and who I feel did do (and still do) all they can for us, without expecting anything in return. One of the things that I rediscovered when we became parents was the world of quotes/scriptures/Facebook scamps etc exalting how parents were the epitome of humanity, and how each and every happening in one's life needed to be attributed to their parents' great work either directly (in raising them and providing them with the necessities of life) or indirectly (praying and spiritual development). My timelines are filled with heart wrenching pictures of random old people, superimposed with Urdu poetry praising how mothers who fed and raised their children only ask for a small gesture of blessi...