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When Patience Meets Motherhood
The day began before sunrise, just like most of my days do. The quiet hours of early morning have always been my space – a moment to meditate, to breathe, to gather the strength I need before the storm of motherhood begins. The calmness of dawn feels sacred, almost like a gentle whisper from the universe reminding me that no matter what comes next, I can handle it.
Soon, the stillness broke – it was a holiday for my elder one. I work both my little girls, and the day officially began. Getting them ready, packing breakfast, preparing milk – everything seemed like a race against time. We were already running late, thanks to sleepy eyes, lazy movements, and endless questions that had no real answers. Kids curiosity is beautiful, yes, but sometimes it just circles around nothing, absolutely nothing, yet demands all my energy.
Before heading to the shop, we made a short stop at our beloved Ganesha temple. We offered our prayers, took His blessings, and asked for the same thing every day – strength, peace, and patience. I could already sense that I would need plenty of it.
The moment we reached the shop, I received a call from a client who was already waiting. Without wasting a second, I jumped into action – cleaned the place, set things in order, and prepared for the treatment. Just as I was about to light the lamp, he arrived. Work mode activated, mom mode on pause – at least for a while.
As I treated him, I noticed his calm expression, his comfort, and his gratitude. It reminded me why I love what I do – healing, helping, and making people feel better. He left with a smile that made the tired morning worth it.
But even during the season, my other role never paused – “Girls, please eat your breakfast.” “Just two bites more.” “Please sit and finish it.” My words floated around them like background music they didn’t care to listen to. They barely a few spoonful before getting distracted again. Sometimes, being a mother feels like performing on repeat – same dialogues, same emotions, every single day.
After the client left, I lit the lamp, prayed silently, and fed my girls whatever I could. Once peace returned to the space, I sat down with my laptop and completed a few tasks before heading back home for lunch.
The rhythm of the day continued – cooking, feeding, cleaning, helping my elder one with homework, and managing the little one’s energy. Once lunch was over, the house finally felt quiet. The younger one drifted into a nap, and I took the elder one outside i the compound for her skating practice. The sun was soft, the air gentle, and she glided beautifully – every turn and every fall filled me with pride. She’s learning, improving, and trying – that’s all I ever wish for her.
Just as her two-hour practice was about to end, the little devil of our house woke up. I made milk for both, got them freshened up, and together we lit the evening lamp – a ritual that feels like the heart of our home. Their father returned soon after, carrying a brand-new trekking bag. The girls eyes sparkled with excitement. Such small surprises turn into big celebrations for them, and their laughter filled the house like music.
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Evening turned into night, and it was time for my elder one’s online class. We had tea together, exchanged small smiles, and I again left for the shop to attend two more clients. It was almost 10 p.m. when I returned home – exhausted but still with that invisible energy mothers somehow find.
But the sight that awaited me wasn’t comforting. The kids were still awake. My heart sank – my elder one had school the next morning and swimming practice before that. She needed rest, not another late night. And just when I thought could I could calmly put them to bed, I saw it – my younger one had smeared mehendi all over her brand-new, beautiful dress. It was ruined. My patience, too, was hanging by a thread.
In that moment, the calm mother inside me gave way to frustration. I scolded her, even gave her a couple of light smacks – not out of anger, but helplessness. The constant cleaning, the messes, the ignored requests, the chaos – it all came together like a wave I couldn’t control.
After that, I didn’t speak. I simply lay beside them in silence. The guilt followed, as it always does. The quite heaviness mothers know too well – when you ask yourself, “Am I doing something wrong? Why don’t they listen? Why do they take everything for granted?”
As they drifted to sleep, I stared at the ceiling, searching for answers that never come easily. Maybe it’s not them; maybe it’s me expecting too much too soon. Maybe they’re just being kids, living freely, testing boundaries, exploring the world in ways that seem messy but are part of their growth.
I reminded myself that motherhood isn’t about perfection,; it’s about patience. It’s about falling apart quietly at night and still waking up the next morning ready to love, guide, and teach again, and teach again. Every mistake – theirs or mine – is just another page in the story we’re building together.
So, before I close my eyes, I decided to start fresh the next day. I’ve been thinking of trying a new way – something softer, something calmer. Not punishment, not control – but understanding. Because sometimes, children don’t need to be told more; they just need to be heard better.
Tomorrow, i’ii share what I’ve started with – a new approach, a new energy, and maybe, a new version of “me” as a mother. Because even on the most chaotic days, love is always the answer we circle back to.