If you had asked me a few years ago, what my biggest achievement in life was, I would have said different things depending on the time.
In my school years, I would have said it is that I was the school topper. When I was older and in college, I would have still said something along those lines. You see, education was given top priority in my growing years. But maybe in college, I would have also said that I have the coolest friends circle and told you how much of a rebel I was and what I had done to show for it.
Much later I would have told you that I was one of the best at my job. I would also probably tell you that I had bought a bike with my own money after much rebellion and it was the single biggest achievement of my life. I was incredibly proud of it.
Until last year, I would have said that I am proudest of my Phd. It was also something that I had worked the hardest for.
But all that changed last year when I had Pickles. Last year was the hardest year of my life. Having him was the single most important achievement, I don’t even know if I would call him that. He is more like the trophy I got after all the hardship. But I do know that having him was the hardest thing I have ever done and everything else I’d done in life simply pales in comparison.
If I thought having him was hard, bringing him up seems even harder. Parenthood is hard. But it is also sweet. Like a good friend once told me, “It is about extreme happiness and extreme pain, all put together into one little package”.
Today, I think that if I can make a decent human being out of this little guy; then I’d consider it ‘the’ achievement of my life.