Woman’s day – a 2 year old perspective!

Why do you need to celebrate woman’s day? I don’t understand. 

Not because I am just 2 years old and will take quite sometime before growing up into a woman, but I don’t understand the concept. My mum,who I am told, is a woman and is a wonderful one at that. My grand mums too are women, it seems, and I am told they are awesome too. At home, I don’t see a difference between my mum and dad either in their behavior or what they do. Nappy changing, feeding, giving bath, handling my tantrums, play time, colic relief, comfort hugs, emotional outbursts and everything is taken with equal responsibility and they seem to be competing to help me out. I am mighty impressed at their service.

Of course I choose whom I would like to be served by. Mostly it is my favorite person in the whole world – my dad! I really don’t understand why he disappears during the day without taking care of me and mum. I think he takes too many breaks from his work (of being at my service). But mum takes good care of me when he is not there. Mum is my fall-back-help. Coming back to women’s day, I am told, it is a lot of work being a woman – being a mom, working with a child is like working with a highly irritating, low paying (pay? What pay?), non-appreciative boss without a leave, break continuously for the next 40-50 years of your life. This is your second job apart from being a good daughter to your parents, a good wife (another toughest job in the world) to your husband, a responsible, sensitive, obedient and smart working (paid job), beautiful daughter in law, a hands-on mum and a naturally patient woman who handles any challenge she is put forth against.

So being mum isn’t easy. May be you should celebrate such patience, such love, such caring, empathizing, character which is so difficult to play even for a limited time. May be we shouldn’t – It is just a part of life, every day is a women’s day. A day when she has to fight against all odds both at home, work, society and life… to win, to succeed, to matter, to contribute and to establish the status quo so things don’t change.

May be we should – to sensitize people who didn’t have time in their life to appreciate, to thank and to acknowledge what they are being blessed with. May be it is necessary to provide a platform to showcase the tireless contribution that deserves the utmost praise for being a mum. So while I grow up and understand all these troublesome, painstaking womanhood, let me live it up by pranking mum, dad, play with my toys, listen to some good (funny sounding dad songs) music, rest, eat, learn and have fun before getting ready to fight the odds, be a winner and contribute to the world after challenging everything set for me to fail. As I am reminded when I see dad, there are some really good dads out there, really good people who would side with me, remove my obstacles, let me grow, learn and fight. 

To all the mums, women out there, here is endless love, a zillion thanks and a really warm woman’s day from the bottom of my heart. For all the dads who are hands on (including you dad), all the men who are appreciative, loving, caring and thankful for having a wonderful human being – either a mom, wife, daughter, colleague, friend… Thank you. You guys rock and make it all worthwhile. In your body you may be a man, but in your heart, you are a woman. So Happy woman’s day!


Let’s start play

Everyday morning dad cleans up my living room and sets my toys up in a stack before the maid comes for cleaning. I leave my toys all over the place before retiring to bed early morning. Sometimes I wake up again to play. Dad’s morning routine has changed after instated walking playing and throwing things around. He likes doing it. Mom relaxes in the morning as she has to mind me all day and run behind me. Dad is slightly more handsfree type and let’s me explore more comfortably.

Here is a rare shot of my room clean and all set to start playing for the day. I don’t get tired easily and am really good at keeping myself busy. Dad makes breakfast (easy ones), gives me snacks and milk, tea and gets ready and once mom is up we both bid him good bye and return to play again.

How do you start your day?