Not a Good Mother
Reflection on being a mother
I look forward to a time when you wear your own words. - Koh Tsin Yen

My Father never taught us how to be a perfect wife or mother but he taught something else, he taught us how to be a strong woman. So judge me when I say that I don’t believe in these special day’s to honour women because in the real sense if you want to honour them let them be who they are, let them breathe the way they want.
I know life is not the same for all or an easy one for me but call it tough parenting mixed with independence call it letting go without looking back, we moved on.
I walked as if that’s how it was supposed to be. Now when I see posts by women saying that they are a good wife or a mother I know the sacrifice, the many stories which they would have buried for others. Now when I write this I know I am not good mother because I care for my happiness too, call me selfish but that’s how we were molded to be a human first not just a woman with some baggage.
Call me whatever this is the truth which makes me what I am.






