Being a new mother of a beautiful baby boy has introduced me to a changed me. I am dazzling with the radiance of unconditional love and basking in the glory of new feelings. While I truly enjoy this beautiful journey of motherhood, I also wear upon my heart the recognition of a passionate writer. My soul holds a dream to paint unforgettable stories on the canvas of time.
Being a writer isn’t effortless. Being a mother isn’t undemanding. So, how do I, a new mother of a two year old child, proclaim that motherhood has turned me into a better writer?
Honestly, motherhood has introduced me to new emotions. And, I hold these beautiful feelings in the palm of my hands and endeavor to embellish a new world of prose. It is every writer’s dream to touch the chords of many hearts. Motherhood helps me do that. It helps me connect with my heart and create such tender prose with the magic of new feelings. I am a bubble of love that bursts into iridescent shades of poetry upon sheets of paper. Motherhood has led me to the warmest corner in my heart where I now create dreamy works of art.
As a mother, I am doing a lot of new things in the limited hours of the day. The agony of sleepless nights fade under the brightness of my child’s smile. Still, I won’t deny that you might find me longing for some alone time. And, I will have to agree that this scarcity of time has helped me become a better writer. I write when my child falls asleep during the day. This has created a writing schedule for me. I know that time to write is limited during the day; I work harder than ever before to finish my projects.
As a writer, I face rejections. The agony of denial is distressing. However, now, I am able to fight those moments of despair with patience and resilience. These qualities have grown inside of me because of my child. It is those uncountable tantrums, sleepless nights, feeding, cleaning, cooking, etc. that has helped me become a more patient person. The pain I endured in giving birth to a new life has helped me recognize my strength. So, whenever I find myself falling into the chair of gloom, I remind myself that I have the power inside of me to accomplish anything I put my heart to.
I want my child to remember me as a loving mother and an accomplished writer. This aspiration has made me more focused towards my dreams. I do believe that my achievements as a mother and a writer will create the foundation of growth for my child. He will learn from my journey and, maybe, that would help him in achieving his dreams. I want him to remember his mother as someone who always put her family as her priority while not letting that sparkle of writer die inside her.