I am a mom, don't forget! Part 1.

 "Is the pressure alright?", asked the massagist from the Spa. My muscles, tissues, bones, hands, legs, back, shoulders screamed for more chirapsia indeed. "Please do a deep tissue therapy for me", I insist.

Later, she kept calling me, "Ma'am, can you turn over?". But this Ma'am literally dozed away during the massage.

You know how the Spa rooms are, dimly lit, with that angelic, soothing kind of music in the background. There's this refreshing and incredibly relaxing fragrance everywhere. I kept staring at the beautifully decorated earthern pot, right below the massage bed. It was exactly underneath my vision spectra. Filled with aromatic water and flowers floating atop.

As my body relaxes to the rhythmic rolfing of her powerful pummel, I go into trance. "This is bliss!", l say in my mind.

I know I am not into any physically draining line of work, like masonry or playing sports or kneading dough in a bakery. But I am a mom, don't forget.

I recall the first massage of my life. Yes! It was after my first baby was born. Did I ever require a massage before? Well, I don't think so. Nothing I did, drained me to lengths. I studied, I played, I danced, but never required a massage to rejuvenate. My body felt fresh with a cup of coffee or a chat with my mom or friends or even a walk or a quick jig.

However, after becoming a mom, I got to know what it means when they say soreness of body.

No facials, no scrubs, no lotions, I barely used them before. But the glow that once was natural, needs repairs every now and then, lately.

Being a mom is a 24/7 job. And if you've more than one kid, Ah! Buckle up Mum!

When my mom used to go up and down the house, I, as a kid didn't bother much to help her. I did, only when insisted. I didn't know the pain she was taking for us. Nonetheless, after being a mom myself, I get annoyed, atleast hundred times a day, when my kids don't lend me a helping hand. "Can't you just throw the wet towels in laundry bags? Can't you put your books back onto the shelf? Can't you clear the clutter made by you atleast? Can't you place the soiled plates in the sink?..." thus, go on my Can-you-and-nots, the entire day. Though half of the things, I, as a girl, was incurious of doing.

Motherhood changes your equation as a woman, as a human being. That, 'not-really-interested' you, suddenly becomes prying and probing parent. "Why did you bunk your tuitions? Where were you all this time? Why isn't the tiffin empty? Why are your socks lying on the floor? Where did you fall and get bruised?....", hmmmm Why's and Where's added to the list.

Instantaneously, you start feeling like one commanding officer from the army, who has all the rights and authority to question everything your kids do.

"Parade  Saavdhan, Parade Vishram", I blurt out.

"Ma'am, did you fight with someone?", asked the massagist, jokingly. And I come back to my senses.

"Yes! I am a combatant. I go head on to set things straight. I've to fight with my kids over anything and everything, I've to fight with the ones who fight with my kids and finally I've to fight all odds for being a perfect mother too! I am a mom, don't forget", I smile and give her a thumbs-up for making me oblivion of all the aches.

Nothing in life will make you as happy, sad, exhausted or proud as motherhood ~ Unknown.

Next Part -

Part 2 - Have I changed?

PART 3

AUTHOR'S NOTE: 'Me, then vs now' is the prompt for #seriomania. This is my first blog for the series. Keep reading for more.

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