But if it had only been my words, I could have still tried to think and talk. But it’s with everything that I do. If my reaction to any unwanted activity is a scream, the same goes for her as well. If I lie and read a book, she needs a book too. If I watch TV, she needs to see her favorite serial chotabheem as well; if I ignore her, she ignores me too; and just like me she needs a hug to stop crying.
I’m scared, she’d also pick on my bad habits and the ill-temperaments as well just like she does pick up good things. Over the last two years I convinced myself to inculcate good habits so that she could follow which would get imbibed along the way.
But now looking at things I’ve a feeling that I need to have even bigger control on myself or self discipline. Disciplining self at this stage of life is not just hard but quite improbable. It’s like raising myself again, with I guess that’s why raising a child is not an easy task either.
All the time we mothers got to remember the little footsteps are following us!