When the going gets tough, the tough gets going!

 Most difficult part of being a mom is seeing my kids in pain.

Sitting at the bedside of my son, in the hospital, watching him fight his pain after a surgery, I am impelled to think - where did he get this strength from? At this young age, how can he bear the throes? Is he really this strong? Is he doing so to make me feel less wearisome? Or is he a Braveheart?

Yes, I know, he is fighting the odds!


But as a mom, watching this, my heart aches. I can't undo anything neither can share his agony. I can hold his hand and make him feel secured and say, "Don't worry mom's here". In the hope that he gains some strength to cope up.



My younger son, back at home - without his mom around - also fighting his own little battle against obstacles - doing things on his own - standing high - not letting his mom worry or fall weak. And yes, vanquishing - winning over his fear too!






As a parent, I have to teach them to endure, hang in and persevere. It is not going to be easy to see them suffer. But, at the same time I can't just close my eyes and wish that the phase passes asap. I have to train their minds so that they can conquer these little battles now and be prepared to face more significant ones, later, in life.


I came across this new word somewhere - 'hustlepreneur' - I interpret this as - a person who says "here I go" - against the oppression, restrictions and being always told 'No'. He is the one who hustles, fights and navigates himself through - towards his goal. So this mom is certainly, all set, to make her children into such 'hustlepreneurs'.


You can't always say that it's ardous to see the kids in discomfort or having hardships. They have to combat, skirmish, have to disagree, sometimes dispute or quarrel. They have to sustain, live through and persist, if they want to grow up and succeed. 'Never give up' attitude is what, will take them ahead.

And as their mother I would be unquestionably proud of it.


I am proud of many things in life, but nothing beats being a mother - Unknown. 



AUTHOR'S NOTE: For #Tuesdaytickles prompt 'The most difficult part of being a parent'.

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