How in the Gods name does Mum manage it..???

MOM....!!! Where are my shoes...??? MOM..... Is the breakfast ready... MOM.... has the mechanic repaired by bike...????

Well... Let me introduce myself

"Sathe" as called by most of my friends

Last year same time.... I was a Healthcare Consultant at one of the most reputed Healthcare companies today am a student of Healthcare Management at a prestigious institute and right now am sitting (actually describing the position in which I am right now can be quite difficult... half way sleeping halfway sitting... not really reclining... with a laptop on a pillow in my lap... in a bed thats slowly beginning to hurt my back) in Pune where I have successfully completed my summer internship and lived a life which I had never imagined...

Getting back to the header of the post, I really dont know how to start this... its my first post..

Lemme begin this with a short experience.

We drink tea everyday in the morning its served in a cup neatly set between a saucer and brought to you in a tray, my mind never wandered beyond this till date. Tea is simple tea, you ask for it and its there at home at college at work everywhere. Living alone I realized its not that simple. Especially when there are a thousand other things on your mind and all thats expected out of you is nothing but perfection in all spheres.

What I am going to say now, am sure there are a thousand other posts like this or on similar lines, but the way i "looked" at my Mum and the way i "look" at my Mum has taken a complete 360 degree turn.

Just imagine........

You get up in the morning, you have slight temperature and are experiencing a weird stomach flu like condition. Theres nothing to eat at home and your only hope your flatmate has bought you the medicines but not the food without which you cannot take the wretched antibiotic. What do you do...?

Whatever I did next was for myself but it felt like hell... I was angry at my friend, that how useless and brain dead can he be... I cursed the changing weather which i assume caused the stomach upset... but all this was for me...

I remembered a time when my mum wasn't feeling well and that day, not only did repeat her daily routine she also managed to host a party in the evening...

And... here I was... full of self pity, and loathing my friends that they weren't with me when i needed them the most... Thats when it dawned... How in the gods name does Mum manage it..???

Was my condition worse than mums..? No

Was my pain threshold lower..? No

Aren't men supposed to be stronger and be able to bear more pain than women...?

Am the one who lifts a 20 kilo dumbbell with ease

Who pushes furniture from one room to another without anybody else's help at home, then why cant i be as cool as mom about my illness and go to work and just function like her with ease without anyone even guessing i was sick... or was I just being a baby..? or was she just being a mom...?

I think thats the answer... She was just being a Mom...