A2Z Challenge : B for Bawra Mann

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बांवरा मन राह ताके तरसे रे 
नैना भी मल्हार बन के बरसे रे 

 Would you know of any parent, who. hasn't cried because of the children? No, not for the children, not as in missing them or worrying about them or riddled-with-anxiety-about-them-crying But crying, may be not really the physical act but the act of exasperation in which you don't know what to do or in which your emotional dam has burst open and you can't wait for the spousal entity to come and take them off your hands.

 If you haven't ever then I would like to meet you. Please book me a return plane ticket to your address as soon as Corona permits.
If you have then, I dedicate today's song to you. Young mothers and fathers, accidental parents, experienced mums and dads, wherever you might be in your parenting journey, there are times when you are just about at the end of your rope. Yes, I am saying this loud and clear as much as we love our children, it can be one t(c)rying and tiring job. 

Who knows it better than a young mum whose mental health comes under duress before she learns from her own or someone else's experience that every notion about raising the perfect child flies out of the window as soon as a child appears in her lap!
Staying with a child all day long, taking care of her and not really knowing much about it, seeing tricks working for others, leading to disastrous results for you, yelling, shouting at them (even when they can hardly comprehend what you are saying to them, what to talk of when they can very well do understand, but can't help being children) can take a toll on even the most experienced parent. Those are the times when you need your spouse to come and take charge because you need to put some physical distance between you and the little one.

 Hats off to every spouse who steps in and steps up during this moment. That one who can understand that this isn't about the inability or lack of experience on the part of his/ her partner but the nature of the job which comes without any handbook. The one who sees his wife at the doorstep with the child in her arms ready to make a dash as soon he takes the child off her. Or the one who at the end of her shift is groggy with sleep but will not frown at the suggestion of a biggie break-in the early hours of the day.

 You are the one who was being awaited like no one ever has been!


Comments

Esha Chakraborty said…
LOL....so true this is...and the song!
4:42 PM
amu said…
Hhaha!Thank you This post has resonated well with a lot of people it seems.
9:28 PM
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