Sometimes, all one needs to do is believe in herself. It’s the belief in us that keeps us going.
Because no matter how pro or experienced you are at something if it doesn’t set in the existing norms of the society, you will always be wrong.
If the ‘society’ believes that women can’t drive’ then it means women can’t drive. Simple as ABC.
I have been driving for more than 10 years now but even today Neel has his doubts. Just because I’m a woman. Funny no, how the society so easily tags women with things they think she can’t do?
I wanted to resume work after Avni.
But, of course, the same age-old advice poured in, your daughter needs time, how can you work, which mother leaves her daughter and resumes work, your kid is your everything now. Uff, I so wanted to yell at of these people freely darting at me- Give me a break, will you!
I was for the nth time in a dilemma. Should I take the step ahead? Am I really being a bad mother?
But, a voice in me always whispered when I flauntered, Believe in yourself. It was so soft that the other voices always shadowed it. Yet, it remained there.
I was losing myself while being the dutiful wife and the lovable Mom. I couldn’t lose myself, my identity, my personality in these two responsibilities.
I couldn’t lose Asmi. I wouldn’t lose me! I thought one day.
A mother’s heart wasn’t willing to leave her daughter behind and resume the full time job, though the very thought was difficult to push aside. So, I decided to take freelance projects.
I had to start somewhere and I was soon juggling between managing work, child, and home. But, I had to manage all because more than anyone else I wanted to prove to myself that I can do it.
It was imperative that I set some grounds, that I lay some rules, and most importantly that I prepare Avni for it.
On the other side, I didn’t want Avni to feel bereft and lonely. I wanted my daughter to understand that her mom is with her always but she has certain other responsibilities too. I knew Avni would understand. She is a part of me.
Today, after three years of working as a freelance digital marketer, I am proud of myself. I pulled it off.
I knew I could do it. Because I believed in me.
And yes, I am a woman.
If I can carry my child in my for nine months. If I can bear the pain to bring a part of me in the world. If I can bleed and yet feed my baby. I can do anything in the world. Managing my work, my house, and my baby is nothing.
I Am She!