Riya Jain

With this write up, I do not intend to advise or recommend any mother. I simply mean to share my experience as the mother of 5 year old. It is because I firmly believe that getting married, having children, purchasing abode, pursuing a career is an individual choice. There is no one better than you, who can understand your situation. You are in your own shoes. And it is literally not possible for someone to gain the understanding or depth of the situation you are in.

I have a younger brother, Ashish (it is a crime to call him so; he behaves like the eldest in the family!). Just like other families I do, share a very nice bond with him. I have and I can talk to him about anything under the sun. It will not be inappropriate to say that he is the closest chum whom I can trust. Those 4 am friends, he is that for me! It is actually amazing that there are times when I have thought of him, and he calls me up.

Why I am introducing my brother to you all, is because he has a very crucial role to play in my grand plan of completing my family.

Just like every other girl, I got married. I enjoyed a lot with my husband. And after two years of our marriage, we decided on our first baby. God has been really kind that I conceived within a month. I gave birth to a baby boy. Overjoyed, I was and till date when I think about the day, I have tears in my eyes. However, me and my better half (that he really is!), had decided on having one kid. Our both parents, our well wishers, our neighbors and our friends recommended on this particular decision a number of times. There were those who were with us, and then there were the others who thought it was necessary to have a second baby. We were determined on our decision to have one kid. The time passed by. We celebrated the 5th birthday of our son.

And then one day, I met with a very bad accident. My husband was out of town. His phone was not reachable. I am a very social person. Hence, I have many friends. In that state of despair all I could remember other than my hubby was my brother. I called him. He took a flight and reached me within an hour. My friends had crowded the hospital already. However, it was only when I saw him, I felt relieved. My hubby too came that very night. Ashish took care of me like my mother. Together Sanchit and Ashish, made sure that I recovered.

It was there lying on the hospital bed, then I did some thinking. And it was not the emotional turmoil presiding me. I had a lot to think about. I thought that when I am not with my child, who he will look up to if God forbid something happens. All my family pictures have my brother in it. Family is always Family. You can fight with them. You can scold them. You can dream with them. You can trust them. A bond between the siblings is the most precious bond. I wanted to gift that bond to my child by his next birthday.

So, here I am pregnant and happy! I am glad that very soon our family will be complete. As for my son, he is waiting for his little sister impatiently. I will try to nurture the same bond as we the brother sister duo have.