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Who am i?? Jyoti. Someone's wife?? Someone's daughter?? But in the present scenario of my life the answer is a probable 'No'. This no is the answer since the day I have become a mother of a b'ful baby boy. This mother-son relationship keeps me so much occupied that there is no time to take care of Jyoti..To be true I am loving to be a careless wife or a super busy Jyoti who does'nt get time for herself. Actually, I am not Jyoti anymore. Prefrences have changed. Interesting and Important things have been replaced by other things..Badminton and chess are replaced by the games like peek-a-boo and building blocks. News Channels are by Cartoon Channels. Item no.s by nursary rhymes.Dove by Jhonsons baby..Myntra by firstcry..Novels by picture books..and...the list is never ending. My life, my thoughts,my plannings, my decisions, even my meal charts revolve around this angel in my life and thus I dont get time to be anyone else than a mother. As I am no exception so like anybody else sometimes I also get tired of being a mom but at the very next moment of this getting tired phase my baby looks at me and reminds me come on ..you are a super mom..and energy recirculates. Recently I have completed one year of my motherhood enjoying most of it and getting tired some of the times. Nowadays I manage to take out some time to check my fb and whats app account while my son is busy exploring (breaking and spoiling) other things in home and there I read a beautiful article and the energy recirculated once again. Article says;'From the moment you hold your baby in your arms, you will never be the same.You might long for the person you were before, When you have freedom and time,And nothing in particular to worry about. You will know tiredness like you never knew it before, And days will run into days that are exactly the same, Full of feedings and burping, Nappy changes and crying, Whining and fighting, Naps or a lack of naps, It might seem like a never-ending cycle. But don’t forget … There is a last time for everything. There will come a time when you will feed your baby for the very last time. They will fall asleep on you after a long day and it will be the last time you ever hold your sleeping child. One day you will carry them on your hip then set them down, and never pick them up that way again. You will scrub their hair in the bath one night and from that day on they will want to bathe alone. They will hold your hand to cross the road, then never reach for it again. They will creep into your aroom at midnight for cuddles,and it will be the last night you ever wake to this. One afternoon you will sing “the wheels on the bus”and do all the actions, Then never sing them that song again. They will kiss you goodbye at the school gate, the next day they will ask to walk to the gate alone. You will read a final bedtime story and wipe your last dirty face. They will run to you with arms raised for the very last time. The thing is, you won’t even know it’s the last time until there are no more times. And even then, it will take you a while to realize' . So while you are living in these times, remember there are only so many of them and when they are gone, you will yearn for just one more day of them. For one last time..