Trials of the "Not-So-Mommy" Mommy.

marriage is not for the faint-hearted. neither is having babies.

Saturday, September 23, 2006

Momma's Little Angels

Nowadays we are surrounded by married couples in various stages of married life- the newly married, the freshly honeymooned- the our-first-ramzan-togethers, the year olds, the happily pregnants, the 2 years olds with one kid, and the 4 years old with 2 kids and the 3 plus years and no kids. Each new dynamic with it brings for me, in my current observational mode a fresh set of realizations about couple intimacy and closeness, family dynamics, about love and terrifyingly, about loyalties.

Drawing on a recurrent conversation with a friend, who thinks its "time to get married" because his mother wants grandchildren, the mom and son relationship always takes me by surprise. Trying to talk to him about his own need for a lasting relationship is hard- his primary aim in getting married is his mother's needs. I'm scared for the girl who marries him-

To be honest, I always found that somewhat endearing- guys who watch out for their mothers; maybe because I have grown up in female dominated house I found it fascinating to notice that boys could feel as much as girls did for their mothers- but what i eventually realized is that this relationship borders on the scary. It's almost like one word from mom and a previously independent man, fully capable of not only managing house and home and a career while wooing the lady of his choice will be reduced to a blithering idiot, useless in his ability to even form a sentence, much less have an opinion.

From the time we are young we are taught that parents come first, that we should always love and respect those people who made most of the sacrifices for us while so we could grow up safe, stable, loved. In our culture it is more than a given. It's almost a freakish obsession.

Of course I love my parents and I would do anything for them but does that give me the right to ignore a set of priorities aimed at other indivudals who are also a part of my life? Does it always have to be a tug of war for the exact same kind of love? Why are the different kinds of love, duties, needs so hard to recognize and separate? Does a man think that standing up for someone he loves over his mother means he does not love his mother- can it not mean that that situation requires his compassion to be elsewhere? And where is it written that there is a limited amout of love that can be given out and we have to fight for it?

Talking to that same friend, who insists that his wife will be secondary to his mother because his mother brought him up and he owes her more, I want to bang his head on the wall. Or mine. "How can you possibly compare the two?" He shrugs and asks how can you not. If there are two women in his life, obviously the one that has given him more, will be the ony he should give more too. I breathe deeply. Reason with the fool, says an iner voice. "So firstly your wife comes in as a child bearing machine because your mother has grandmaternal instincts, and then she does not even enjoy a priority status in your life? Why would she marry you?"

Even in this day and age, when man has walked on the moon and achieved supreme intellectual heights, his emotional IQ remains grazing the floor as he remains largely unable to distinguish between different levels of relationships, loves, loyalties and existences. He remains oblivious to the fact that there are sides to be taken (without needing to hurt), that priorities should be given (without tagging them with a forever) and that in most cases in life, balances have to be maintained maturely, with faith and understanding and some kind of know-how of human nature, because types of love cannot be interchangeable.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

appeasing those voices

random social occasion.
"so how are YOU doing?"
"im good Allah ka shukar- how are things with you?"
"oh amazing. soo...how's k?"
"oh he's good- busy with his new job-really like.."
"aaaand..how's Marrried Liiife?"

blinkblink.

"its great- thanks." polite smile.
"aaand?"
"hmmm, wel you know, the usual. busy with work and things"
"soooo whenareyouhavingkids?"

forced smile. no getaway in sight.
"soon, soon- inshallah- lets see"
"how long have you been married now?" ugh
"a year and couple of months" please go away.

"oho-bass ab tau youll want to have kids"
intrigued. "i will?? why?"
"common sense, bahee- ho gaya bass alone shalone time-
bass quickly have kids before you get bored."
you mean before YOU get bored.


These conversations to me (note how I don't say WITH me) or variants thereof, these days are a dime a dozen. Everywhere I go, every tenth person I meet is looking at me with an inquiring smile, as though I'm about to burst with some news any moment. After all it's been a while since my wedding and I haven't provided people with something to talk about.
We are such a entertainment-starved people. We thrive on happenings. Births, deaths, pregnancies, miscarriages, birthdays, anniversaries, weddings- just give us a reason to get talking, visting, moving and we are all for it- with boundless enthusiasm. We need to know what is up in everyone's lives and once someone hits an even plateau (read: happy, consistent, even if slightly boring life), we go and shake them up a bit, hinting at trouble ahead if they don't rise out of the rut they find themselves "trapped" in.
Even when answering such people, I momentarily find myself scrambling in my head for something to report- a recent trip, a big project, any tidbit in hopes of calming them down, holding the fort till I do produce news worthy of headlines. The trap is so easy. It's so a part of our lives. Who gets married first? Who has a kid first? Who has the three kids first? Who got which job and how? Why haven't you bought a car yet? When will you bhuy a house? Why is he still single? Why is she still single? And as you slowly start giving into the questions and trying to fulfill the voracious needs of the social voices around you, you are slowly giving up on your own life and timings, sliding without realziing into the race of rats, to run aimlessly and blindly towards these "goals" without remembering whether you even wanted to part of the run or not.

Saturday, September 02, 2006

The importance of marriage

Is there some rule to know if a marriage is going to work?
Morrie smiled, "Things are not that simple Mitch."
I know.
"Still," he said, " there are a few rules i know to be true about love and marriage: If you don't respect the other person you're gonna have trouble. If you don't know how to compromise you're gonna have trouble. If you can't talk openly about what goes on between you you're gonna have a lot of trouble. And if you don't have a common set of values, you're gonna have a lot of trouble. Your values must be alike.
And the biggest one of those values, Mitch?"
Yes?
"Your belief in the importance of your marriage."

-Tuesdays with Morrie by Mitch Albom