Oftentimes, being a mother is an open-for-all job. The job description isn’t really laid out like the usual recruitment type, that whenever you failed to comply with the standards, you lose the entitlement, and has no job after all. It's a birthmark right for women I supposed.
The difficult part of it is, it's a round ‘a clock job with no material pay, and they say whatever worth it is they're getting; it's more than what money could buy. You get absolute fulfillment, perpetual happiness and affection from your progenies.
I am a mother of four.-with two biological kids, and two acquired by law, if you put it in simple way..but really, I am counting them all regardless of connection. There's a certain tinge reluctance to admit to myself that I can be tagged as a good mom, and I have no basis. I grew up in a big family, where, what our focus daily was survival. The means to keep up with quotidian duties I sometimes failed doing while my parents were struggling to raise us up and be in good school. It is unfair for my mom to be compared with any other mothers out there because we all are facing different economic plights. When I was younger, (10)I felt like I wasn’t given enough freedom to play and act as juvenile. We were all given tasks that entitle us a "pass" to wander and play, if fulfilled up until 5pm which is a common set up in the province at that time. I would obey mostly loathing each day at work, that I was feeling it was completely unfair. We weren't born with a silver spoon and worry not on bigger-than-us reality. My father has to work on carpentry, my mom on her little store and sidelines to get by. The only motivation to abide by household chores was when I'd spend it with my childhood friends whom I share same sentiments. I didn’t understand everything until at early adolescence. I was taught how to mature early to understand things and dream big so that I get more choices in life. WE learned the value of school to warrant us ticket for a better life...to persevere and overcome hardships without complaining, strive harder to achieve rather than envy others for what they have had. Even if we haven't had enough as I grow, my mother tried hard to provide us with good food, clean shelter, showed how to keep house a better place to live on. Now I thought, what she's gone through was tough, I could never even be as much as she can. She made me realize that sometimes a mother has to sacrifice time and patience dealing with the seven of us. I’m unimaginably stubborn kid.:)
As time passes, the Mother Job became a commodity at Jobstreet. My kids grow up with nannies around, grandparents who will always do whatever they wish. I can afford to hire someone to cook for kids, bathe them before they go to school, fetch them at school, watch them play around the house, because at night I am at work,,,and during the day when I come home they are all gone for school. I am feeling that I'm losing the confidence of the mother figure coz that is taken away from me by someone whose consaguinity is none. SO, at free times during rest days, we try to go out, eat lunch at a restaurant, and walk around the mall.
I have no other choice. I need to have a job so that they can be in better places than I have been,, to have more opportunities than what I got..travel to places than I've ever been, be in decent school, put on good dress {of which I wished when I was young}, more Barbie dolls {coz I haven’t had any}, pay someone to do menial tasks so that they can play all they want, study with parents guidance and be enjoy childhood as supposed.
SO what is really being a mother?
I am a mother because I know that I love them more than anyone else in the whole wide world!!
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