The above review is written by my 11 year old son, Aman. I have transcribed it almost as he wrote it with the most minor changes. I cannot describe how proud I was of him and i had to share it. Do please leave a comment for him, I will make sure he reads them.
But for all the sacrifice and pain motherhood brings, it also brings back your childhood. It means you can play with toys without people thinking you are weird, sing silly songs, watch cartoons again (and Shinchan yet again!!!) and travel to imaginary worlds. Endless hugs and kisses, beautiful smiles that brighten your worst moments. You discover that between your arms is a safe haven and in you is an endless strength to take on the world for these little beings. It means hearing gems from the mouths of babes,and your almost man sitting across the table, 11 years down the line, describing food the way you would, shooting down Mcdonalds (even though its not for the reasons you would) and injecting humour beyond his years into his writing and you know you have done something right somewhere.