My li'l gentleman and me š
My li'l gentleman and me š
NaĆÆve and ignorant, the mother I turned in all the rawness a teen mom can be when he came into my hands. Soft and delicate, always cheerful and merry! He was all smiles and giggles ready for his jolly ride. I did all sorts of tests & amp; experiments on him, he survived, not my credit but the Grace of God alone. I shudder at the very thoughts of how stupid I was with my precious one.
I became very possessive of my newfound love, only I knew how to carry him the right way, how to feed him or wash him and put him to sleep, uncomfortable if someone else did these, be it even his papa. My OCD raised to levels uncontrollable, temperaments changed, voices raised, dislikes revealed, I could no longer remain quiet and smile all along, it all had to be vent out. I grew along with him, and we made it pretty fast. He became very hyperactive and I became an organized and mature mom if I can be called one by thenā¦
Well-mannered, polite and obedient, at his little age he was already a gentleman. J
Time flew by, into our beautiful heaven we had our addition, the lil fellow came by, making my son a responsible elder brother. At the tender age of five he handled him with such love and care, more than his age could commend forā¦there isnāt even the silliest occasion where he hurt him or showed any displeasure for the baby brotherā¦.
I was selfish and possessive and over protective to the extent that I preferred he attend a āschoolā in the vicinity rather than the standard school in the city. Unaware of the fact that my love was being bullied at school I was taking pride in managing my work schedule, his studies, the little one and household chores. It took me time to realize the mental and physical torture my dearest was going through silently as he didnāt want me to know thinking I might be all the more shattered as we were going through rough times. Though I got him out of that place, the damage was already done, I did my best to give him confidence, motivated him day and night, he made use of his opportunities missed in sports and he came out victorious with medals and certificatesā¦. But that doesnāt satisfy meā¦ I feel like punching each and every one who bullied my darling on their faces till they bleed and beg for pardonā¦but no, as thatās not what I told him to do for peaceā¦..I would do the sameā¦ āleave all your pains into the hands of God, pray for the ones who hurt you and forgive themā¦.He will take care of the restāā¦.
Life was all hunky dory until a certain period and it all went amokā¦.the roughest period thus far in life took a great toll in all our lives. Each of us had our fair share of miserableness, but reminiscing that phase of life I realize how strong my son was and how he handled his own dejection, the little one and at the same time held us together as one. I had always longed for a girl child, to whom I can share my woes, who would give company to shed a tear at times of grief but here he was, without even having to explain or express what I am going through he held me tight and pacified like a father would, like a brother, a friend, my son, my angel on earthā¦.
While covertly nurturing hatred towards people who hurt me, I advised him not to keep anger towards anyone, he was quick to recognize from my words and actions the dislike I had for certain people. Without any hesitation to correct the mother he intervened reminding me my own words to him.
I have wondered at times how I would handle the tantrums and tempers of a teenage boy, I have feared a lot if I would lose my boy to the murky world, though we have had a lot of arguments and tiffs he concedes to my advises. I give in to some of his wishes and not so harming nuisances and he sees to it that his mom doesnāt hurt....
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