Worries of a preteen’s mom….

Yes, I am a worried preteen’s mom. I know my daughter is growing up and very fast indeed(her clothes are just not keeping up!!) and I am just not prepared for it. I want the years to stop rolling by and let my baby stay a little girl for bit longer….

She is still so carefree and so innocent. Though the need of the times demands that I explain to her about the good and the bad touch but it breaks my heart to see the scared expression on her face…

Dealing with the Hannah Montana craze of hers is easier as long as it ends with all her stuff imprinted with the image of teenage pop star but what about the ideas of having a boyfriend at such tender age. I hope she doesn’t get influenced by such ideas….. What if she rebels?

Ah! and now I will have to prepare her mentally for the stressful days every month for the rest of her life… I remember my initial days… I felt lost, scared, punished, hateful, angry, irritated, agitated and dreaded the next month. I remember the sudden restrictions, consciousness and the smirking knowing looks that the teenaged male classmates darted at the girls. Oh! how I despised being a thirteen year old with so many things to deal with…. studies, physical and emotional changes and the unsuccessful attempts to get appreciation in whatever I did!!  Yes, I am worried for her because I do not know whether  I would be able to ease off her pain, anxiety and be her rock… I just wish she wouldn’t suffer.

It’s a bad, bad world out there and even if she does listen to all the “Dos and Don’ts” that I tell her yet there are wolves lurking on every turn… It is so disturbing mentally and emotionally to hear wayward comments mouthed by illiterate, rowdy and perverted men while walking down a street. No, O Lord! please let her not have any bad experience…… I wish I could protect her from all bad things in this world… I wish the world were a better place to let our daughters venture freely into…

Yes, I am a worried mom of a preteen daughter and this is again going to last forever….at least till she is strong enough to deal with her own fears, insecurities and her own worries….

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About shoma abhyankar

I like to believe that I am a creative person. I read, write, paint, sketch, rustle up some quick and some elaborate meals for friends and family, love chess, su-doku and scrabble, can hum an old Hindi song tentatively, always stand up for women rights, hate fake people, bugs, roaches, spiders and cigarette smokers!! I graduated with a degree of Bachelor of Architecture in 1998. Soon after, I married an officer in Indian Air Force and have been on move since then. For a brief time of two years when we were posted in Pune, I worked as a junior architect in a firm. Being aware of frequent movement that we would have to live with, I chose to be a homemaker and concentrated on creating a warm and welcoming home for my family. But sitting at home without any creative activity was not my cup of tea. I learnt candle making and soon put up an exhibition at Poona Club when my daughter was barely a year old. I also enjoyed a short stint as a home-based entrepreneur, supplying chocolates and cakes on demand, while we were posted in Bareilly. With an inclination towards writing, I completed a diploma in ‘Creative Writing in English’ from Symbiosis College of Distance Learning, Pune. Then I discovered the blogosphere. Now I hope to not only travel and share my experiences with the world but also to pen a book someday....
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2 Responses to Worries of a preteen’s mom….

  1. meghna says:

    very nice!!
    you know how much i can relate..

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    • Promeet Bose says:

      I dont yet know if I understand your anxiety….what I do know is that I’m not very far from what you’re experiencing right now!

      Like

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