Mothers are Ordinary Women. Remember that!

The hoopla for Mother's Day is on in full swing this weekend. Mothers are this, mothers are that, love your mom, gift her this, take her out for a meal, cook for her, gift her a vacation, and so on.

So many ads praising and eulogizing mothers, their role in our lives, their sacrifice, their contributions etc. etc. Then the offers of 20% off to mothers on everything ranging from dining, to apparel, to beauty products and spa sessions, from jewellery to even investment schemes!

Anyone pause to think what mothers are actually like? How about just considering mothers ordinary human beings, capable of making mistakes, falling, getting tired, irritated, crabby?

Imperfect mothers/Ordinary mothers

How about a screaming, messy, imperfect woman, on whom motherhood was thrust, and who is now responsible for another human being against her wishes? Who wants to give everything up and just run away? Did she ask for the glory of motherhood?`

What about a mother struggling with indiscipline, rudeness and rebellion from her children? Who resorts to meting punishments to them that may seem harsh to outsiders? Is she a bad mom?

How about mothers who are obstinate, fiercely protective of their flawed children, whom society loves to hate? Who are blamed for raising monsters?

Will they be accepted? Will we just say, let her be? Will society stop glorifying motherhood?

I do hope so....

Here is a story I wrote about two such ordinary mothers:

An Ordinary Woman - A Short Story

#MothersDay #MomsAreOrdinaryWomen #ImperfectMothers

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