#motherhood

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  • mr_author04 2w

    Hello everyone,

    It will take hardly 2-3 min to read this. So please read it. May be it will be helpful to you.

    (It's not fake you can check my profile/page, mentioned below)

    After the completion of my 7th book,
    I'm doing 4 different books on 4 different topics.

    1. "Meri maa" (for mothers)
    It's special becoz it would be totally a letter book and you have to write a letter to your mother.

    2. "Pita - ek palanhaar" (For fathers)
    It's totally based on fathers and you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    3. "Friendship- an unconditional relation" (For friends)
    Here also you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    4. "Jannat - peace in heaven" ( for any beloved person/place/things)
    It's also very special becoz photo will also there along with your photo based on your write up.

    Eg. - if you give on mother/father/friends/teachers, etc. Photo of that person/place/things will be there.

    #Ps :- "with one paid anthology you'll get one free anthology also"

    If you are interested to get published in book and if you want to gift something.. This book will be the best gift for them.

    For any further details, contact me :-

    WhatsApp :- +91 6203608218
    Instagram :- @deo_prakash04
    Facebook Page :- Deo Prakash
    Facebook profile :- Deo Prakash





    #anthology #maa #motherslove #fatherslove #friendship #friendsforever #bffgoals #bff #mirakee #mirakeethoughts #writer #booklover #bookstagrams #author #motherhood #father #grattitude

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    Announcement

    Hello everyone,

    It will take hardly 2-3 min to read this. So please read it. May be it will be helpful to you.

    (It's not fake you can check my profile)

    After the completion of my 7th book,
    I'm doing 4 different books on 4 different topics.

    1. "Meri maa" (for mothers)
    It's special becoz it would be totally a letter book and you have to write a letter to your mother.

    2. "Pita - ek palanhaar" (For fathers)
    It's totally based on fathers and you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    3. "Friendship- an unconditional relation" (For friends)
    Here also you can give any form either stories/poetry/quotes/letter.

    4. "Jannat - peace in heaven" ( for any beloved person/place/things)
    It's also very special becoz photo will also there along with your photo based on your write up.

    Eg. - if you give on mother/father/friends/teachers, etc. Photo of that person/place/things will be there.

    #Ps :- "with one paid anthology you'll get one free anthology also."

    If you are interested to get published in book and if you want to gift something... This book will be the best gift for them.

    For any further details, contact me :-

    WhatsApp :- +91 6203608218
    Instagram :- @deo_prakash04
    Facebook Page :- Deo Prakash
    Facebook profile :- Deo Prakash

  • bi_nspired 3w

    Cooked in the pot of experience; Episode 1|| Next door neighbor series

    I came knocking on your door
    No one opened
    So I decided to drop a note
    Filled with hugs
    Seasoned with empathy
    Cooked in the pot of experience
    Garnished with teachings and tips
    Served with love and smiles

    When you showed up at my house yesterday
    Crying and smiling
    I knew you needed help
    To figure out how to be that mum
    Strong and getting it together
    Posing with baby
    Keeping cute 24/7
    And having double dose of sleep

    Did you know that
    You made my day
    Just by being real?
    Talking about your struggles
    And accepting your imperfections
    In the most perfect manner

    Having a newborn
    Especially as a first time mum
    May leave you being cumbersome
    Be sure to understand that
    Their no perfect mom anywhere
    And no one receives an award for being "most mum"

    You sounded downcast
    You reiterated feeling of despair
    I really do understand
    It's a phase filled with lessons to learn
    But remember, priority is your health
    While meeting baby's need

    Make to-do list in the morning
    In order of importance
    Do the one you can do
    So when it's night time
    You don't feel like a failure
    About what you didn't achieve.

    Give a treat for your little wins.
    Ask for all the help you can get
    Give allowance for "ifs" and"maybes"
    It's better to use pencil
    Rather than a pen
    So you can rewrite and move on
    Enjoy your little one.

    You may start documenting
    Your experiences as a new mom.
    Those may give you strength on quiet days.

    I hope to check on you soon
    I am in your support group

    Sincerely
    Your next door neighbor

    Ire oo

    ©bi_nspired

  • therapisttales 5w

    BONDING

    Mother,
    One day I will drown in the paving stones of Istiklal street
    Not because of dirt and rust
    This strangeness of the city will suffocate me-
    Faces passing me by listlessly
    Whether foreign or native
    In every one of them
    I'll be searching thee.

    Mother,
    I'm going to grab one from the drawer and wear your ring
    So that your touch will stay with me
    Your song that I got angry when you sing will stuck on the tip of my tongue
    But ah, no tears, just calmness
    I will make myself a better thing
    To deserve you.

    Mother,
    One day I will be fed up with my addiction of work
    And return all of my dreams
    To your empty ring box
    For the sake of all the times I’ve avoided you
    We will just chat afterwards;
    No more sorrow, no more apathy
    Forgive me for being so late,
    I'll pour you a cup of tea.

    ©therapisttales

  • dnswords 5w

    Salute to woman

    and all Mothers




    At Time of giving birth women's pain

    Is Equal to getting 20 bones fractured.❤️




    ©dnswords

  • dharshinisg 5w

    She

    She was a dynamite wrapped in tenderness
    With no intention to explode
    Though she was catalyzed from time to time
    She chose to be calm
    For she was the symbol of endurance
    That undergoes the greatest pain after all............
    ©dharshinisg

  • supriyaraje 8w

    A Wanted Child

    As she walks into the orphanage inside a dark chamber
    She glances at a rocking cradle with hope and wonder.
    A little girl stares at her with eyes so beautiful like a deer,
    Her giggles and blabbering sounds feel like strings of music to her ear
    She bends forward to pick her up, to feel her warmth so unique
    The baby lets out a laugh and clings to her with ease.
    She loses her heart at once and dares to be a mother
    Both walk home feeling content and satisfied together
    They now have each other's hearts where they can reside forever - Supriya Velingkar Raje
    ©supriyaraje

  • anusha_93 8w

    Mother

    Cracking the heavy lids open
    A break of dawn entered my eyes - even,
    The morning colours painfully crawled in
    Felt like I slept on a thousand needles n' pin
    Not an hour ago, would I've closed my eyes
    Should go for a quick nap before you rise
    Oh no!! There you are - your eyes open wide
    That laugh, my baby, the sleep in my eyes died.
    ©anusha_93

  • in_fragments 8w

    All children want to be better than their parents. Most of them were just never taught how to be anything different.
    #pod #poem #mom #motherhood #childhood #baby #newborn #life @mirakee @writersnetwork @writersbay

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    The Natalist

    Mother in waiting on the balcony,
    rose hip tea sipping with a
    baby Rose inside, tumbling, kicking
    excitedly, ready
    to burst at the very crux of summertime.

    Mother celebrates her final few months
    of leisure and free rein with
    a fiery jaunt and a vivacious spirit,
    afraid but exuberant-
    marked parties with friends,
    self-indulgent suppers with family;
    she spends this particular
    smog swirled summer evening
    eating fresh fruits in her favorite chair-
    cherries, strawberries, apricots;
    a bowl of opulence,
    luxuriated in the immersion
    of watching the roses grow-
    imbibing life, but ignoring the darkness
    that shrouds the truth beneath it all.
    The guilt drips down her chin
    with blackberry juice,
    the toxic cycles secretly but certainly
    restarting with each cherry she plucks.
    She pictures how it will always be
    for her precious, brilliant baby girl:
    Safe. Unaffected. A beautiful bubble.

    As she watches the sun set
    behind air pollution, a slight haze
    from the forest fires too far away
    to care, eats her berries too many children
    will never get to taste, the evil that lurks
    behind every corner, disregarded-
    she's distracted,
    and she believes the world
    is reaching peak perfection.

    The natalist; hopelessly happy,
    self serving and narcissistic,
    oblivious to the reality
    she is forcing life into;
    completely dazzled into inaction by
    the dreams of adventures she never
    got to take, the ideas and plans she has
    for her "mini-me", before she has even
    entered the world; her personality
    and her roles strangely predetermined,
    allowing nothing to be uncertain-
    She will learn to love the flowers
    and the fashion, and the books,
    but what of her beliefs
    beyond that?

    We can only hope that the mini-me
    transcends and surpasses the mother;
    more in-tune with herself and the world,
    smarter and more willing to fight
    for those causes her mother was not,
    to break the patterns her mother
    repressed and let pass on, to reject
    all preconceived ideas and break
    the conditionings she will eventually
    grow to develop;
    and maybe the fruits and flowers
    her mother once enjoyed
    will still be there to share in the future-
    eaten with less guilt,
    more solemnity and understanding;
    it's a cold, random, fractious existence
    little Rose is arriving into-
    that cruel and urgent,
    turbulent existence being
    the core of what makes growth so sweet,
    that constant adversary that gives us
    something to fight for thrice over;
    for body, mind and soul.

    Where will Rose and all her flowers be
    by 2043?

    Mother doesn't think
    as she sips her rose hip tea, draped
    in gorgeous orange light
    and ignorant bliss-
    but even as the sunset burns
    and contagions hang all around, the air
    full of omens the woman doesn't notice,
    still the blooming Rose inside
    pushes with great potential, kicks
    with such heavy purpose...
    ©in_fragments

  • queerchildzw 9w

    Writing prompt: My unborn child

    My dear baby,

    I love you so much. It may seem strange to love a person you've never met but I've met you a thousand times. Chose you over and over again. I've held you in my arms. Sung you a dozen lullabies. Of all the things I've done in this world  being your mother has been the most rewarding. You're my blessing. I await the day we will meet. There's so much I want to share with you. So much I want to teach you.
    Hurry on and come home... we've been waiting a long time.

    All my love,
    Mom
    ©queerchildzw

  • komalowhal 10w

    Some memories of Motherhood journey

    My friend came home to meet me after such a long time,
    After an hour time,

    My friend - Hey,your son is making different different faces per second,Aww so cute,is he teasing me??

    (Embarrassed) Me - mmmm Actually he is doing potty

    My friend - I never know babies make such faces while doing shit

    Me -
    ©komalowhal

  • suchismita13 16w

    Motherhood

    Motherhood a very simple yet a complex word to define . Is it just giving birth , adoption or care giving ? It's definitely much larger than that . It's overwhelming, learning and at times just fun . Everyday has new chapters and new learnings.

    Aniruddha always loves to study along with me however yesterday while studying he had a meltdown. It prolonged probably for 30 minutes. I usually try to calm him down and if doesn't work give him space to recover. However yesterday it was bit overwhelming for me and I had raised voice and scolded him. I was so upset with situation I cried hard and long.

    Few minutes past this incident when Aniruddha was calm he went to his grandma and said " Grandma please tell maa not to cry . I'm sorry ! I don't know why I always do such mistakes " .

    When I heard this , despite being extremely happy and proud of my kid for his empathy , I was still crying.....

    Motherhood is never easy !
    ©suchismita13

  • shreedapoetry_vaishali 17w

    ये दुनिया बहुत छोटी है,

    तेरे आँचल के आगे माँ

    ©shreedapoetry_vaishali🕊

  • srinka_ghosh 17w

    In this world of toxic lives,
    People are ready to stab your back, with their knifes.
    Amid this i got a face so keen,
    A figure on which you can always lean.

    Her eyes reflected the entire cosmos of space,
    Her aura was soothing in such venemous race.
    Sweet breath, she had,
    But something indicated that she was sad.

    With even tone and dusky hue,
    Her face evoked the kindest view.
    Her lips had a smile intact,
    " Mother" , She got a tilte apt.

    Ready to aid you, despite her loss or gain,
    Her aquiline nose, i asure could sense all your pain.
    Chubby cheeks and raised brows,
    Yes, She could sacrifice anything to see you grow.

    Cute was the way she frowned,
    Her intense love could easily get you drown.
    But she promises to protect you no matter what arrives,
    "Mother" Is the living miracle in all our lives.

    ©srinka_ghosh

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    I titled it as "Defining compassion" as a mother's face suits best to term it as compassionate.

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    #face#wod#writersnetwork#writersbay@writers_space@mirakee#motherhood@fromwitchpen

    Picture credit to the rightful owner✌

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    Defining compasion!!

    ©srinka_ghosh

  • beensn 18w

    It is not the personality or the role that matter,
    It is the character greatly influence the other.
    Diti, Kaikei, Manthara, Mandodari, Shurpanakha and Puthani,
    Are not just the roles but the lessons to learn are many.
    Their impatience, selfishness, dedication so blind,
    Helplessness, grudge and misuse of motherhood.
    Created a wrong impression in the roles played,
    Which they could easily change, if felt a need .
    Taking excuse of the situation made them continue their deeds,
    And were the root cause for all the evils.
    © beensN

  • asmat666646 18w

    Paradise

    Through the bad days and sleepless nights,
    A mother’s love is always by our side.
    Through thick and thin, she’s been a rock,
    Calling her a superhuman would not be enough.
    For the unbearable pains to the nauseous days,
    She’s been through all without any complaints.
    It’s unfair to assume,
    for her, it’s all been a treat,
    Because there’s a reason why paradise lies beneath her feet

    ASMAT_6866

  • puchka 18w

    I'm being selfish..
    want you back in my lap
    head cushioned against my breast
    singing lullabies
    watching your eyelids grow heavy
    with sleep, smile of contentment
    on your angelic face

    You are grown..
    with child of your own
    in that child I see you once again
    maternal instincts heave and rise
    overtaken by selfishness
    want you back to that state
    cushioned against my breast

    Dont blame me..
    for containing within me
    feelings mothers feel
    you are now experiencing
    and when you reach
    where I have reached
    You'll feel the same need

    So, if you find
    I'm being clingy
    Please ignore me
    It's just hormones at play
    Mothers are that way
    You'll agree some day
    ©puchka

  • anisbudhraja 19w

    Mamta

    Mera bhi janam hua uske janam k sath,
    Jab thama usne mera mamta bhara hath.

    Kami thi jeevan kuch mere,
    Mano usi ko pura karne aya yemere pass.

    Aaj jab dekhti hu usee muskate hue,
    Main bhi khil uthti uske sath.

    Pyar sai bhi pyara hai ye rishta
    Duniya ka sabse gehra
    Gehra hai ye rishta.
    ©anisbudhraja

  • lizmaniaaa 19w

    Mom

    Dear Mom, 


    Today, I realise that mothers are more than anything soft drizzles that kiss a child in both failures and victories. Thank you for upbringing me as an independent woman. As I am holding my child in my arms, I think the same. I want to raise her as an independent, self-loving, compassionate woman. You are the one who told me, "unless we love ourselves, we would not be able to love others." I have always kept that in mind, and it has served me well in life. When my baby grows up, I will tell her the same. 


    Mom, as a child, whenever I did something that irked you, you would tell me, "maybe, you would understand this when you are of my age." I am realising that now. The role of a new mother is exciting, at the same time, tiresome. I often wonder how you managed us. But, I would not dare to stick to the cliche of calling mothers superwomen. Because, I know they are not. They are neither magicians nor superwoman. They are human beings who sometimes get tired of being a mother. They sacrifice because their heart is full of love. They are willing to go to any degree to raise their child well. But, they also need their 'me time' in life. They too have to pursue their dreams. I have never asked you about your dreams or wishes. I promise you that next time we will discuss that and do one crazy thing that you have always wanted to do in life. I know you would laugh reading this. That is okay. We have always pulled each other's leg, haven't we?


    I feel exhausted, sometimes. But, I love this phase - seeing a tiny human growing up. The way she curiously observes everything, makes noises, giggles, mimics me and cries whenever I am not in her vicinity. I feel loved. It is a different kind of love though. Sometimes, her tantrums test my patience. But, I love her so much. Now, I know how much you love me.  


    I can never be you. I am an entirely different person. So, I will be a different mother. My perspective about child upbringing will be different from yours, for sure. But, I really hope I will love my child as much as you love me, and let her live on her terms when she grows up. Just like you allowed me choose my path. I owe you a lot. And, I love you so much. 

    Much love,
    Me

    ©lizmaniaaa

  • carolynspowell 19w

    Motherhood

    A child on my knee.
    A child on my lap.
    Putting a child down for a nap.
    Washing his clothes.
    Soothing his woes.

    Bathing him in the morning.
    His socks darning.
    For breakfast what does he wish?
    For dinner, what is his favorite dish?

    I need a dollar mother.
    I can depend on no other.
    Mother, my homework I cannot do.
    Without a little help from you.
    Mother look.
    Will you please read me this book?
    ©carolynspowell

  • janvi2901 19w

    #mirakee #writersnetwork
    #happymothersday #love #mother #mothersday #motherlove #motherhood

    Happy Mother's Day to all viewers.
    Keep safe and protected.
    Follow all protocols tell by WHO.
    Wear mask��

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    मां

    I am a star in someone's life
    That the person is known as my mother (मेरी मां)
    ©janvi2901