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AM I CRUEL???

25-March-2010

Is there anyone who doesn’t like babies? Their beautiful smiles, tender hands, and soft toes? Yes! It’s me. I don’t like babies. People think I’m arrogant and cruel. Am I cruel just because I don’t like babies? I want to be different. I like what others don’t like. But that doesn’t mean I’m arrogant!

The sound of a crying child irritates me. A child pestering their mother for chocolate irritates me. A child fighting over a doll irritates me. I get angry at a baby who refuses to eat her food. So, I don’t like babies. It’s just my point of view.

No one’s character can be judged by the things they like. I don’t like others commenting on my character. My character is made for myself, just like everyone else’s is for them. Am I cruel? Or am I arrogant? That doesn’t matter. I’m happy being MYSELF!

6-February-2025
Today, as I write this, life has come full circle. I am now a mother to a beautiful little girl, and my perception of babies has completely changed. Every cry, every tantrum, every stubborn refusal to eat food no longer irritates me. It feels like a new adventure every single day.

Her giggles are the sweetest music to my ears, and her mischievous eyes light up my world. Her tiny hugs have the magical power to dissolve all my worries. Each moment with her is a precious memory.

Back then, I never imagined I would enjoy motherhood so deeply. I have grown to realize that raising a child is not just about handling tantrums or fulfilling demands. It’s about learning patience, discovering unconditional love, and seeing the world through the eyes of a child.

Motherhood has made me softer, more understanding, and incredibly grateful. Today, I cherish every experience that once irritated me. My daughter has taught me to appreciate life in ways I never thought possible.

Yes, I’ve changed. And I’m happy that I did!

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