Motherhood has really turned me into this soppy, sentimental, emotionally aroused woman. I cry all the time now, sometimes for no reason whatsoever. Very weird. I have always been quite emotional but my sensitivity quotient has definitely gone up a bazillion notches.
Every time I read or see something on TV that involves kids, particularly those who are deprived, abused, violated, unloved or orphaned, I cry. When I say cry, I don't mean just being teary eyed, but bawling, wailing as if it I who is suffering, as if it one of my kids who is the victim. And I cry in bed, tears soaking my pillow. My poor pillow- it has brown stains all over it.
I do think I have come a long way as far as my emotional maturity is concerned but I am quite amazed by this motherly emotion in me. It is so strong that the times when I am hugely affected by something, I can actually feel it flow through my veins. A feeling so intense that it completely overpowers me.
Wow....is this really me? Life happens. To everyone and it does change you. Experiences, events, people, interactions, they all impact one's life some way or the other. For me, giving birth and now having two people whose lives depend on me and my actions probably have had the most significant impact.
I know I am not the same person I used to be. And I must admit, I like the different me.
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