It's 12.30 pm. The kid is in his school, I am done with the cooking chores for the day and now I am sitting in my favourite nook of my room, beside the window with my much-loved laptop.
When I think about my life as a working woman, it seems unreal. And yet it was true, it did exist. Once upon a time, I was a working woman and often thought that I would never survive a week as a homemaker. My supposedly-'impenetrable' logic? That someone who has been working always will find it difficult to settle down as a homemaker.
The only lesson that I could learn from life, is that, it will present the very same circumstance / situation to you that you always dread. As my husband got a new job in a new city, and my two-year old kid suddenly found himself in a new place minus his usual comfort-crowd (my parents, my sisters and cousins and friends who dotted and pampered him like anything), I felt the need to take a short break from working and help the kid to settle down. As the months at the new place passed by, I found myself fully immersed in my chores as a homemaker, and slowly the idea of working again left my mind as I embraced my new role with, to be frank, contentment and relief. That I wouldn't be subject to office politics again, gave a different kind of happiness and satisfaction.
And today? I am totally set in my profile, in my role. Although, I have to say, there is not much of a social life for me. I do have acquaintances here, but we don't hang out together as I used to hang out with my friends. The outings are very less, unless you count dropping the kid to school and picking him up and grocery shopping. And yet, I have my moments of contentment and wonder.
When I wake up to a morning, the silence of which is broken only by the sweet chirping of birds, it gives me happiness. For an hour, the house is silent and I revel in the silence, I soak it in, I hungrily devour it. It is the most peaceful time of the day for me and is a good motivation for me to wake up early.
After dropping my kid to school, I usually head out to the local super-market to buy some groceries. And there is a quiet contentment in shopping alone, you know. It is fun to look at the displayed items in the super market - biscuits, snacks, coffee etc, even if you don't have to buy them.
After completing all my chores, when I snuggle up on the chair in the nook of my room, beside the window, there is a cozy feeling of comfort and solace. And now-a-days, a pigeon comes and perches outside the window at the same time as me. Sometimes I find it looking at me curiously. Most of the times, it just perches contentedly sending one or two curious looks towards me. We sit in a comfortable silence, I with my book or laptop, and the pigeon with - whatever its hobbies are.
And on weekends, when the house is full, I revel in the company of everyone, in the joy of having a full house. I leave for an early-morning walk with my husband and we treasure this hour of walking through a beautiful, tree-lined road, enjoying the crisp morning air and updating each other about the happenings of the week. Weekend is not complete until we purchase the newspaper. On Sundays, the newspaper comes with additional supplement of spiritual articles and another supplement that is basically a knowledge-book. As a reader, I treasure these supplements and preserve them carefully, to be read on Mondays when I would get my 'Me-Time'.
Life is all about balance. I enjoyed my stint as a working-woman (although, the phase did have its terrible lows but that's content for another blog) and now I enjoy my profile as a homemaker. The secret is to find happiness in the small things in life, and we will see that life will never fail to give us contentment and happiness.
When I think about my life as a working woman, it seems unreal. And yet it was true, it did exist. Once upon a time, I was a working woman and often thought that I would never survive a week as a homemaker. My supposedly-'impenetrable' logic? That someone who has been working always will find it difficult to settle down as a homemaker.
The only lesson that I could learn from life, is that, it will present the very same circumstance / situation to you that you always dread. As my husband got a new job in a new city, and my two-year old kid suddenly found himself in a new place minus his usual comfort-crowd (my parents, my sisters and cousins and friends who dotted and pampered him like anything), I felt the need to take a short break from working and help the kid to settle down. As the months at the new place passed by, I found myself fully immersed in my chores as a homemaker, and slowly the idea of working again left my mind as I embraced my new role with, to be frank, contentment and relief. That I wouldn't be subject to office politics again, gave a different kind of happiness and satisfaction.
And today? I am totally set in my profile, in my role. Although, I have to say, there is not much of a social life for me. I do have acquaintances here, but we don't hang out together as I used to hang out with my friends. The outings are very less, unless you count dropping the kid to school and picking him up and grocery shopping. And yet, I have my moments of contentment and wonder.
When I wake up to a morning, the silence of which is broken only by the sweet chirping of birds, it gives me happiness. For an hour, the house is silent and I revel in the silence, I soak it in, I hungrily devour it. It is the most peaceful time of the day for me and is a good motivation for me to wake up early.
After dropping my kid to school, I usually head out to the local super-market to buy some groceries. And there is a quiet contentment in shopping alone, you know. It is fun to look at the displayed items in the super market - biscuits, snacks, coffee etc, even if you don't have to buy them.
After completing all my chores, when I snuggle up on the chair in the nook of my room, beside the window, there is a cozy feeling of comfort and solace. And now-a-days, a pigeon comes and perches outside the window at the same time as me. Sometimes I find it looking at me curiously. Most of the times, it just perches contentedly sending one or two curious looks towards me. We sit in a comfortable silence, I with my book or laptop, and the pigeon with - whatever its hobbies are.
And on weekends, when the house is full, I revel in the company of everyone, in the joy of having a full house. I leave for an early-morning walk with my husband and we treasure this hour of walking through a beautiful, tree-lined road, enjoying the crisp morning air and updating each other about the happenings of the week. Weekend is not complete until we purchase the newspaper. On Sundays, the newspaper comes with additional supplement of spiritual articles and another supplement that is basically a knowledge-book. As a reader, I treasure these supplements and preserve them carefully, to be read on Mondays when I would get my 'Me-Time'.
Life is all about balance. I enjoyed my stint as a working-woman (although, the phase did have its terrible lows but that's content for another blog) and now I enjoy my profile as a homemaker. The secret is to find happiness in the small things in life, and we will see that life will never fail to give us contentment and happiness.
