Childhood seemed like distant past and cooing mothers seemed like strange creatures, babies looked cute and adorable but something I would admire from a distance. Requesting a seat in a child free zone of the restaurant or aircraft appeared the most natural thing for me to do. Diapers even the unused one caused a not so pleasant feeling in the pit of my stomach. Discussions of baby food, puke or color poo were most absurd things I came across during monthly reunions. Remembering names of his daughter, her son and getting the genders right was a task- I stuck to, 'hows the baby doing?'.
I congratulated parents on their little bundles of joy without trying to cuddle the bundle.
And then , I became a mother.
I congratulated parents on their little bundles of joy without trying to cuddle the bundle.
And then , I became a mother.
