<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451622" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Joys of Motherhood</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I gingerly held my new born, <br>I could have at that moment sworn, <br>As I watched him with moist eyes, <br>I had no clue my life was going to turn topsy turvy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleepless nights, making the formula right, <br>I think those days I looked a sight.<br>But when he looked at me with trust<br>I would forget all my fatigue.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I couldn’t stop talking about him, <br>At times it irked my husband a bit.<br>He complained now I have no time<br>For him and my son was my only priority.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>The years flew, he started school, <br>He looked up to me as his idol<br>But soon the place was replaced by his teachers, <br>Who he told me knew better.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But honestly I was not prepared<br>When he became a teenager.<br>To handle overnight a rebel, <br>Its just hormones, I would tell</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Myself, and he would soon settle, <br>I think my life had become hell.<br>Where did I go wrong I wondered, <br>As to make his point, he thundered.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I would cry every night<br>After we had an ugly fight.<br>I would find myself brood<br>Is this called joys of motherhood? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soon time came for him to go overseas<br>To pursue higher studies.<br>I got an email after a few weeks, <br>Mom, I am sorry for being such a creep.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Can you find it in your heart to forgive? <br>I just couldn’t believe.<br>Then one day he wrote<br>I miss your cooking and home.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">My heart once again felt light<br>Can a mother hold anything against her child? <br>We were once again becoming close<br>Distance makes us value our loved ones, I suppose.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the same home, one child grew bold and other meek, <br>Has it to do with genes, or we are all unique? <br>Still I wish parenthood, <br>Would come with a guidebook</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Mamta+Agarwal">Mamta Agarwal</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=451622" data-title="Joys of Motherhood de Mamta Agarwal" data-description="When I gingerly held my new born, I could have at that moment sworn, As I watched him with moist eyes, I had no clue my life was going to turn topsy turvy Sleepless nights, making the formula right, I think those days I looked a sight. But wh..."></div> </div> </div>

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