A mother's letter - III
My dear daughter, Yes! It’s that time of the year again. Yet another year has gone by as you turn three today. A year of challenges, a year of plethora of emotions, a year of trial and tribulations, a year of exploration and discovery. Being an Indian mother, my conscience doesn’t allow me to write about my failures or weak moments as a mother. We mothers are expected to be ‘super moms’ at all times and failure of doing so puts us at a risk of being called ‘poor moms’. I don’t really care about how and what the world thinks about me as a mother but it matters to me how you, who means the world to me, when you grow up will think about me. How would you react when you, who look up at your mom for every little thing now, know that your mom is not what you thought her to be. Yes, when you learn the truth that I’m not exactly a monster that you thought me to be all these years. I know it will be the moment of awakening for you and will shatter all your delusions about your mom(me) be