Motherhood is messy, emotional, and yet somehow, it remains the softest place we return to (Photo: Magnific) I was raised to be a doctor but I became an engineer and then turned into an author. Weird story but the point is no one raises their daughters to be mothers (or no one is ever raised to be a parent) as much as they are expected to develop maternal feelings at the sight of anything that looks like a baby. Call a mother mātru in Sanskrit or mater in Latin or mitéra in Greek. Call a mother by any word in any language and she’s this epitome of sacrifice who puts (or is expected to put) everything and everyone else before her own self. I have two sons: a pre-teen and a teen short of turning into an adult. And if the experiences of my mother raising me and my sisters are anything to go by, I won’t be surprised if I renounce motherhood soon because genes don’t lie.…