To be a Mother, Parenting is not easy, but possible

To be a Mother, Parenting is not easy, but possible.

Hasan Yahya, Ph.D

Daily duties, as a mother I woke up early everyday, because I have two sons to care about, to feed, to dress, and to send to school. Everyday, except Saturday and Sunday, five days a week, I have to wake up early at six O'clock am, to clean up the table in the kitchen, to heat milk, pour it on two kinds of serial, one for each child. After cleaning, feeding, dressing, we all out in the car. Ten minutes we are in front of the school. I have to get out of the car, taking the younger brother with me to send my elder son to his nursery. Chatting with the teacher a couple minutes, then left with my other son to the car. Several things to do, I have a daily list, I have to chick. I used to glue it on my refrigerator. Today I forgot it, but I still remember some items I wrote, yes, my other son have to take his shot in Ingham County clinic. Potato, Oh, we finished Potato, yes, what else, how can I remember all items, do I have to go back home to chick my list? OK, Oh yah! I have to return my pants, the color is no more accepted after I saw my neighbor dresses the same pants and the same style, and color. It was red. I have to be the only one, unique in appearance. I will change it to blue this time. I am going now toward the Mall, with my son, my pants, and cruising to Macy to make the change. Few minutes I had picked the right color and style, wall, I am lucky this time. May my son want to be fed. So I went to the food circle, French fries and chicken is his favorite. We spent almost half an hour looking at people with different ages, shapes, and colors. Sometime I feel I was lucky to have the accurate weight, especially when I see the over weight people. I think I was lucky to sit and relax against my well sometimes, because you have kids, and kids have enough time to put you on the edge in no time, you never tell why they cry in the Mall, when all people gazing at you and him. You feel embarrassed a little, but who have no kids? Let him practice his right to cry loudly, and enjoy your meal. He'll stop by himself, when his attention brought by a passing kid like him crying louder than him. So enjoy your time, we all were kids, did you forget when you were one. God, time is running, I am now thirty six, with two children, and wonderful husband. Oh, I miss my husband. He's cute like me, the most I like about him is his listening to my nonsense talks. He never said no to me. He's great. I wish all people have some one like him, as brother, father, or uncle, but not as a husband. He's mine, only mine. I feel great when I find myself talking to my husband while he's away. I feel that I see him smiling when our son cries. He takes him on his shoulder, and run with him, few moments, my son stop crying. It's a wonderful time. But I am alone now in the Mall, with my crying sun. I checked him, he needs diapers. In few minutes I changed him, and head they way back to Meyjers, the food store in our area. The amazing thing, that Meyjers need at least one hour to get through. Lines fill the eight or nine cashier lanes. Where from these people come? And why now in this time of the day while I am shopping? I need only Potato. I looked at my basket, at least seven items where there. For God's sake I need only a bag of Potato, the total merchandise was 57.69 Dollars. God, economy is getting worse, prices are going sky high. We have to live with it or quit our jobs as mothers.

Hasan Yahya is a professor of sociology, a columnist at wfol.tv, Malaysia, and TINA International News Agency, Chicago, USA. www.hasanyahya.com

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