“Went through a a very alien phase of feeling “housewifey” in last ten days. I say it like it’s a bad thing. Felt that I have morphed into my own personal nightmare of women who lounge at home all day using the baby as an excuse to not do anything non-child related and whose entire point of existence rests on the moment the husband comes back home so they can “get a life”. Those who have no conversation other than “Baby did this” and ” We need to buy potatoes.” Of course in all this self-labelling, I am turning a blind eye to the fact that I am in the middle of projects- both domestic and professional, am finally getting my writing going and of course my current favourite, Growing Nadi. I suppose the nature of existence has altered so very much that making sense of this kind of life, of being this kind of “useful” is still taking some getting used to. Personally, this is also a form of post-natal adjustment. I use the word adjustment here to not use the word depression, because to be depressed with a life like mine is sheer ungratefulness and am not sure God will appreciate it too much.”
“If I didn’t follow my heart and my passion, ” she had said to me, “I’d be depressed and an unfulfilled human being. What sort of a mother would I be then?” The rest of us are quietly envious of her choice. An envy we brandish from our moral high ground. We are Real Mothers. She gives her nanny money to buy ready-made catering and party entertainment for her childrne’s birthdays. She wouldn’t know the inside of a baking tin or a home-made meal if it poohed on her footpath.” – The Secret Mothers’ Club by Joanne Fedler.