In my three and a half years, I have met many a mom who takes great pride in being there for watching every breathe their little one takes and be there to hold her if she fell, when she wakes up, burp her, soothe her if she cried and so on. But I had decided early on that such a life is not for me. I love my K to bits and am there for all her big moments, but I believe I need my space too. The world and their opinions ‘be damned’!
Since K was about 45 days old, I began going out for my time-away walks. In between feeds, armed with my emergency device i.e. the cellphone to be called if her highness woke up when I was away, I would step out for some much-needed me-time.
Buying groceries, taking a walk, meeting a friend, going to the temple, it could be anything, as long as I was alone or had enjoyable adult company J
Hubster and I took some of these together, hoping to catch up on some time by ourselves. Even though most of our conversations revolved around K even at this time, it was our choice to do so. It almost felt like the courtship days when we walked around except that I was older, fatter and hairier. We would also talk about other things that would never come up with K around.
Phone a friend
I had received so many congratulations messages in the wake of K’s arrival and I was still only responding to them. Most calls made to me would turn out to be missed calls given K’s schedule. This time away was my slot to call back my friends and catch up. I would try to keep conversations around office developments, friends’ lives, laugh-out-loud jokes without the fear of waking the little one up, and so on. Of course they would want to know more about me, my new-found ‘mommy’ status and the princess who had conferred it on me.
Just sit on the park bench
There was an awesome park very close to our home and I avoided it like the plague. The only reason for that was I would bump into a gazillion people I know whose questions would never end. So, I chose the quaint park about 10 minutes away from home. I would choose a quite seat and just sit there and watch the people strut/jog/trot by.
I, occasionally, dressed in all my walking gear and stepped out. Sometimes I would actually end up going on that walk, but most times I would end up doing one of three activities listed above J
While it may sound like I did this religiously, the truth is that I was able to follow this twice a week, or thrice if I was lucky. But that was really good enough to rejuvenate my head and mind. And, that I believe went a long way in clearing my head for the exciting roller-coaster each day had become.
The rest of the times, I just preferred sitting and watching K amaze me with her new tricks.
- Meera Warrier
- May 9, 2016
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