That beast called mom-guilt
Updated On: 22 September, 2023 07:12 AM IST | Mumbai | Rosalyn D`mello
While systemic misogyny holds women to insane standards of motherhood, I am grateful to live in a place where judgements are not overt and accommodations are made for supposed failings
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Mothers can turn the world on its head and still fall short of societal expectations. Representation pic
Einen Eiskaffee, bitte,’ I said when the waitress asked what I wanted. It was shortly before 4pm on a Wednesday. I’d just sighted the first horse chestnut on the ground. It had released itself from its spiky enclosure. Dried leaves had begun to detach themselves from the trees. Ever since it rained earlier this week, there’s been a noticeable nip in the air. Autumn.
Tomorrow I begin my journey to Dubai for a week-long work-pleasure trip. I am travelling alone with my toddler and am justifiably nervous. My body wanted an Eis. It is aware that by the time we return, on the last day of September, the ice cream parlours will have ended their season. I’m using the German word Eis because ice cream doesn’t feel like the same thing… Eis, to my immigrant brain, comes closest to capturing the essence of Italian gelato, which is made from milk, not cream. In English, an iced coffee connotes a cold coffee generously loaded with ice cubes. But where I live, when you order an Eiskaffee you get a tall glass filled with unsweetened coffee over which a generous scoop of vanilla ice cream has been layered, above which stands unsweetened whipped cream topped with a wafer. There are definitely more extravagant variations that use chocolate or caramel. But in its most basic version, you are likely to get exactly what I described.
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