Dressing up or messing up?

 Dressing up for a party when you have a toddler is perpetually difficult for all mothers. If some moms have nailed this, then I would be obliged to bow down to them, and I would also love to take lessons. And after the mom gets dressed up, she has to carry the baby or toddler to the venue. This creases her saari, or party dress, for sure. However, because everyone in the house (venue) already knows you are a mother of an infant, you are not judged. But when you see the group photographs later, you repent for wasting those precious hours getting ready for the party. Instead, you could've slept more!

The worst part is when you are travelling and the baby cries for milk, even though she was well fed before leaving. You reluctantly, to make her quiet, give her the bottle. She stays quiet for sometime, but then the unwanted portion comes out in projectile form, lands on your silk gown, and you suddenly remember there's no back-up dress in your bag. You pull over, wash the residue from your gown, and proceed to the party as if nothing has happened. In your mind, you are thinking, "I should've just worn the old gown instead, which was already attacked by the baby once before."

when you've got a toddler who loves to munch while watching movies but is too small to hold on to his popcorn tub, his juice cup, and the sandwich, which he would be eating in the next half of the movie. It's the poor mom again, sitting next to him, not watching the movie but carefully watching that her child doesn't drop crumblings onto the floor and quietly picking it up and eating it.

He orders you to keep giving him sips of juice in between, and again he continues to munch on the popcorn. The manicure you have had done along with the nail art, after giving a lot of thought to do it or no, and then because your friend insisted you went ahead. All that is now soiled with caramel and cheese silt, and the nail art studs are drenched in the juice and are falling off. "What a waste!" you say when you wash your hands.

It was my cousin's brother-in-law's wedding reception. He works for a film production company and has friends in Bollywood. Some actors from Bollywood were invited for the reception. In the middle of the function, my younger son came to me running, "Mumma! Potty". I rushed him to the washroom. Holding my expensive Saari up in one hand, I did the needful. It took half an hour for the entire job to be completed successfully. I had gotten my makeup done by a professional artist. But all of that had faded away after the balancing act and sweating.

I came out with my son, huffing and puffing, gulped a glass of cold water. And my mom called me, "Where were you all this time? I was searching for you. Your favourite Akshay Kumar had come, and we took pictures and videos with him. The cold water literally boiled while passing into my stomach. I had missed meeting my childhood crush because I was cleaning my son's potty.

Well, moms have to sacrifice this and much more. But, in the end, when you see those smiling, giggling faces around you, calling out to you, giving you those sloppy kisses, caressing your cheeks even with mud- or food-covered hands, you forget all of your hard work and hassle. What matters is that you love your baby, and it loves you back!

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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Based on true events in a moms life! 

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