I am averse to tags sometimes but usually have a sense of what they mean when applied intelligently. However, I am struggling with what being a parent means. Is it just another phase/step of your life to fit in, to earn more brownie points from society for not having disrupted the delicate nature of conformity. Unlike a man, a woman carries the child in her body for a significant portion of a year facing in the interim, several drastic and unusual physical changes, not all pleasant.And all the time, that society fawns and frets on her suitable fecundity, she worries about her guilty insouciance (sometimes)towards the alien like being inside her body.
Will she become maternal enough for the final act, she ponders? Will she 'hem and haw' and 'ooh and aah' enough on the "cuteness" of her produce?And what about about the afterward? The inane conversations on diaper changes, pee and poop, radical burping and all that etc.Will I fail miserably?
I am worried about motherhood. My increased responsibilities weigh me down with their ominous significance.If my child turns out to be a dysfunctional being, I will be blamed. If she does poorly in Math in her 3rd grade, I will be blamed.If she runs away ( of her own free will) with the neighborhood no-gooder, I will be blamed.
But if she , just through sheer luck and fortuitous happenstance, turns out to be decent, likeable, lovable, will I then be thanked and given my award?
