Needless to say, I talk a lot about my son. Sometimes non stop even. Everything he does. The good, the bad and the ugly even. But I notice the when I talk to a generation older than us, they immediately start pointing out how naughty We were at our age. How it's important to enjoy each and every moment of the baby.

What I don't understand is how they forget all the trials and tribulations that one goes through while raising one so little. I guess it's time that makes one forget the pain they've gone through.

It's not that one doesn't love their child when they talk about their naughtiness and their antics. The love of a mother and what she does far surpasses anything she says. Everything she says reflects the adoration she feels for her infant. She revels in the glory of the good, bad and the ugly for it's all a part of her.

Besides, only one who walks on a road is in a position to observe the crevices, potholes and milestones on it.