That big word that starts with R

The last few months have just gone past in a hurry. It seems the words from the song 'Rush, Rush' were coined for new mommies only. Because rushed up is what life has become ever since second bub arrived. From the minute I wake up to the time my head hits the pillow at night, everything is committed in a rush.

Now I don't need an alarm. Myra is my alarm, she wakes me up in the morning and I jump to her cot to pick her up so the husband and Navya don't wake up. And that's when the morning rush starts. From early morning feeds to diaper change to milk for the elder bub to getting her dressed for school to handling the husband's breakfast, life rushes from one task to another. Morning turns to afternoon and afternoons to evenings. And before I know it, the day has rushed into the night.

As it strikes 10 at night and both the kids are in bed and I am assured that none will wake up in the next two hours is when I feel my day has just come alive. I feel I want to live everything in these two hours before I go to sleep and the morning charade starts. I want to watch TV, finish my work assignments, spend time with the husband, talk on the phone and do everything else that the day evaded me during this time. Do everything before Responsibility strikes again.

Once after a very busy Sunday, made more miserable by a cranky baby on a saturday night; Mohit wished to rest and take a nap. It was decided that only one of us could sleep since the other had to be with the babies. It was decided he go off since 'he is just a man' while I am super mom.

Responsibility and loads of it more has also come with the two girls. After people raise eye brows at the mention of my second child being a girl too, I sometimes get 'responsibility pangs'. These make me look for everything from life insurance for the parents, mediclaim for the family, bank accounts for the kids, FD's and other investments in their names etc...etc...etc...these pangs sometimes even extend into tears imagining their weddings and them going off to someone else's house. Such is the load that life feels with us becoming two time parents now.

RESPONSIBILITY in all caps is what is the norm of the day. Responsibility to make sure the kids are fed, dressed, happy, playing and healthy. Responsibility that sometimes leads to anxiety that two such tiny souls are so dependent on me. Responsibility that means I cannot fall sick, even catch a cold. Responsibility that means my ears and eyes are trained enough to hear that small sniff or see that red mosquito bite.

Responsibility that I bring up these two young ladies into smart and intelligent world citizens. And that is something I cannot do in a rush. So that is when sometimes I tell myself 'slow down, woman'. Whoever said 'a happy mom makes for a happy kid' wasn't kidding at all. And on days when I am happy my kids definitely are a happy lot too. So I have made myself responsible for my own happiness today. There is no one in the world that can make me happy but myself and I have resolved to be 'responsibly happy. After all, if Super mom is happy then the whole household is happy too!!!!