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Small niceties will take you a long way



Today I want to write about the thankless job we all are doing silently without complaining or standing up for ourselves when is required.Being a mother, a homemaker is as thankless as it gets.

I ask myself- why do I not think about myself first. Why do I not love myself the way I should. Why are we conditioned as such that the moment we get married and then ofcourse when we have kids, we put ourselves later than everyone else.

We should be asking the men in our lives this question - what joy can a woman give to her family if she herself is deprived of happiness. Now you will say define Happiness. I think happiness is very overrated. You don't and cannot run after happiness as It is not an object. It is a feeling of total bliss. If people think that we cant complain because we have the basic necessities and then some more, they are fools. Owning and buying things and objects gives us pleasure and not happiness. We are just human and not super moms or uber or ultra moms. Thanks but no thanks. We don't want your titles. We are just looking for some appreciation. That will be enough. We do want your gifts but that doesn't give you the right to insult me.

You guys don't give us enough credit for the things we do. Just because i don't get paid for my services doesn't mean it's trivial. It's just pure selfless love. Love for our kids , our husbands, our parents,our families. The feeling which we get when our kids love our food, when our parents ask us to slow down a little n rest, when our friends appreciate the way we look or dress or when out of the blue a stranger just gives us a silent applaud for being nice to them. It's in that nod or smile they give us, that we feel so happy.

Why are our men lagging then? Where are all the charming men ? Theres a bit of stress in everyone's life but it doesn't justify our rudeness or snappy moments. I think being mindful and thoughtful of others is the need of the hour. We as humans are always mirroring each other. If a person cries we dont laugh at them we cry with them. We show empathy. Even a simple yawn triggers another yawn by someone else. Our kids dont do what we ask them to do ,they do what we do. So why not try and teach our kids more compassion towards each other. We as mothers should stop worrying about how do I change my husband but focus on how can I bring up my child to be a responsible citizen, a more kind human being and a more loving n caring individual. We wont have to do much as today's generation is, unlike us ,very expressive. We think the next generation is materialistic but each generation thinks that theirs was better than the next.

Together we can make a change. More love n peace to all . Be happy and enjoy the small moments in life as I feel these are the ones which make us very happy but we fail to recognise them as we are busy finding the all evasive- happiness.


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