MOTHERHOOD -Dawngi Chawngthu (21st Oct 2004)City of Joy

 Lower your voice, Ma
You don’t have to shout
So it is now their turn to criticize
Like all children
They find fault
Anyway when did I start raising my voice?
I can’t seem to remember.....

 Motherhood
One never learns
Or else how could one explain
Why a rational thinking being
Could repeat the process
Of giving birth
Again and again....

The best part was always the beginning
The pregnancy
The pleasure of anticipation
Even though short lived
I still cherish the feeling
When I felt truly complete
And didn’t really require anyone

 Of course all this is forgotten
During the first year of childcare
Spent in a blur of headaches and backaches
Washing and drying nappies
Snatching fistful of naps
Waking up to wails
Of a wet and hungry baby

And the  next year
Just when I would begin to feel human again
The whole cycle would repeat itself
So much for glorious motherhood
Today, all I can remember of those times was
An undiluted feeling of envy
Of all mothers with grown up children.....

 But when children are young
The exhaustion is only physical
There are certain pay offs
Their dependence being your reason
Of being in this world
Looking at their innocent faces while they sleep
Gives you a fierce sense of ownership

 And then they grew up
Demanding care and also justice
Through endless accidents
Illness and grievances
I had been their Ma
With power to withhold pocket money
Or give permission to go out

 But maybe my time is up now
Their needs and my capacity
To fulfill them have been exhausted
Yes, perhaps in this process
I had started raising my voice
Does one begin to shout
When one starts to lose control?