At one moment I feel so grateful for my kids, grateful for their love and care. I like spending 24*7 with them. I love cooking for them, I love cleaning for them. I love teaching them.
But the next moment I feel trapped in their love and here starts another side of a mother who wants to raise a happy, heathy and independent child.
I feel like an amateur learning human behavior through my kid.
I realized they only need my attention, care and love which is nowhere related to my success or defeat.
My career is secondary, my happiness starts with them. Indira Nui once said, your kids should not be the most important in your life. Still struggling to understand this statement.