Granted, My sister Revathy is going to be a mom now, and I have a long road ahead of my mom. But the reason for this post is to talk about the reason I became passionate about all our Mommies.
I remember my own mother when I was somewhere at the elementary school age. At that point I still looked at both of my parents as though they were somewhat superhuman. As many children do, I never thought they had normal emotions, ever got sick or tired. My mom worked full time at home for our hotel preparations, I never saw a speck of dirt in our window sills. But looking back, I'll bet she was so tired.
So where did she put herself on her list of priorities? Second, after me? Fourth, after my granny? Or maybe fifth, after her joint family and husband. Actually, it was probably sixth, because I'm sure she would clean up the house before she took some time for herself.
Remember those commercials in the 80's of the mom in the iodex cream with all the she works and got pain, Mommy! Give yourself a break from the cleaning, tutoring, cooking, dressing, bathing, disciplining, entertaining, "Room Moming", ...I'm getting tired just thinking about it!