Don't Call Me Ugly, I am a Mom
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Don't Call Me Ugly, I am a Mom

I am a Mom to a two year old

I weigh some 68 kgs, 10 kgs overweight for a 5’2 height

Stuck with that ever expanding waist

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

            

                        

 

When he was born, I lay in bed being cut and stitched in blood

Being unconscious for hours, not even bathed for days

Wrapped in bandage, I couldn’t even pee

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

When we came home, still not bathed

Still not done, I fed him with my body sweating

I sometimes even forgot to brush, as I rushed out to my wailing baby

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

I was peed, pooped and puked on

Sometimes I changed, sometimes I did not

Having woke up all night, no energy left

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

                             

The utility- Comb stopped existing in my life

As it was just a whirl of hand it took

To keep my untidy hair tight

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

Didn’t know where my belongings are kept

No comb, no brush, no scissors, no bands yet

Leave alone the soap, use the baby-soap instead

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

                        

 

I noticed that pigmentation, that freckle on my face

But who cares, the wrinkles on the little feet are way cuter

Don’t remember when the last time I had a facial  

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

My skin keeps getting dry, all I have handy is baby-lotion

I dab it on my skin when I’m massaging my baby

My heels are beginning to crack, just sleep them off

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

 I have a party to attend, open my closet

Find no western wear that would fit me

All I wear to the party is a salwar-kameez from pregnancy

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

                            

Yes, I am a Mom to my baby

And he’s my son

The most charming being on earth and I am none

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

I am a Mom to my husband

Who behaves just like a kid and I shout

When both of them get-together to create a mess

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

I am a Mom to my maid

Who needs to be updated every now and then

I try to be calm, but often lose my cool

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

I am a Mom to his grandfather and grandmother

Who like to be reminded how to handle a baby

I try to be polite, but it’s my baby at stake

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

 

I am a Mom to our Dog Pluto

Who is as a baby like my son

He splatters, runs and sheds his coat, which I wipe

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

                     

I am a Mom to my kid’s friends

Who all come home for a play-date

They jump, scream, scatter toys all around, which I clean

Please don’t call me Ugly, I am a Mom

                 

Wish I was a Mom to myself

To care of my health, my skin and hair

To pamper myself with that head massage or a home-cooked meal

Please don’t call me Ugly, I LOVE being a MOM!!

 

 

 

 

 

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