Mother is the most precious gift given to us by Almighty God.
A relation─so pure; so unselfish, and look at us! We hardly realise her true worth! The more ‘intellectual’ we become, the more we take her for granted. When was the last time that you hold your mother’s hand, looked straight in her eyes and asked, “How are you Ma?” I know she is yearning for this very little gesture from your side but I also know that you don’t have time for such a thing. You are always full of excuses, “Oh this is just show off. I love her and she knows it.” I agree she knows but doesn’t she deserve to be reassured that you acknowledge the selfless love that she showered on you all her life, more when you were voiceless and helpless?
In the past, I myself have many times said it to my mom, “You won’t understand Ma!” and now I understand that ‘look of her’ in the reaction. Yes, now I understand, because I am a mother. Motherhood has made me understand many things to which I never paid heed ever. I understand now why my Mom always smiled when my eyes met hers. Why she used to panic whenever I complained of recurring headaches in childhood. She would use myriad methods to heal her ailing daughter. She is a strong believer in things beyond science, and amazingly her logic always proved right.
I understand now why she walked beside papa−to make every effort to make our life comfortable. I understand why she scolded me at places− so that I learn to differentiate right from wrong. I also understand why she overlooked many of my silly mistakes − to save me from the fury of others.
Did she ever think of getting her share of love in return?
I don’t know but from my own little experience as mother, all I have learned is that a mother goes through a lot for her children, and she does everything not due to some ‘motive’ but purely out of love. Its not-at-all justified if we just forget to tell her that we are not even thankful to have her.
Miles apart, I miss that sleeping by mommy’s side especially on a sunny winter afternoon; it felt like the safest place in the world. Now I am grown up and busy in my own struggles of life.
It is sad that a girl is supposed to leave her house and the relations which gave meaning to her life, but should physical distance be a barrier for returning love to a mother whose love has shaped our lives?
Let’s make our beautiful mothers feel special and tell them that they are precious and irreplaceable…No matter what!
Do you know how difficult is it to make a kid sit and do homework during the summer vacations?
Just imagine, one evening you come back from work only to discover that ‘Glowingal’ has undone all your efforts. This is how your first response goes-
Then, you look at your better half (who proved ‘not-so-better’ this time) for an explanation.
He: She pleaded to carry the notebook to the day-care!
Me: And you allowed!
He: She didn’t listen!
Me: Come on honey! She is not even four. You could have distracted her.
He: As if it’s so easy!
Me: Easier than doing it all over again, I guess.
(Point to remember, there’s a reason, he is named Mr CoolHead) 😉
So after dissipating all the heat, I turned towards the destructive soldier.
Me: Baby, why did you carry the school Notebook there?
She: Papa gave me that! She immediately shifted all blame.
Me: No, I mean what was the need to carry it there?
She: I wanted to do the homework?
She: No. Vanshika helped me.
Me: How, by tearing all the pages? How sweet!
She: We were studying mamma! Look I have written this.
Me: Aahan…I can see that. You really did a great job. But now you’ll have to do it again, in a new copy.
She: I’ll do it mamma, in a new Copy, Yay!
And mamma melts…into a new avatar…
Today is a fortuitous holiday…and I got the privilege to do ‘the things’, mostly I am deprived of. I cooked wholeheartedly, packed tiffin for my chinny minny daughter; dressed her up, combed her hair, made her eat her breakfast and triumphantly, waved her bye… till my eyes could see her 🙂 !
San (my daughter) was toddling towards the school bus with her tiny steps.She too kept looking back and waving all-through.
I was so overjoyed; the feeling seemed familiar. Yeah, it’s the same emotion which was there, when I first saw my angel’s face; when I first held her in my arms; when she first smiled back to me; when she uttered her very first word “Ma”; when she managed to sit on her own; when she tried to move with her tender feet holding my hand; and when…I am sorry, I can keep counting like that forever. Thing is, I felt alive for a while and fancied similar moments of felicity, everyday!
Truth is, it’s not feasible, at-least not right now. While writing this blog, I feel, “Why a mother is supposed to miss such moments of bliss?”
I don’t know if my reason is reasonable enough! But I have to leave for work in the early morning thereby missing all the morning mother-daughter moments: sometimes she is fast asleep and all I can do is, kiss her bye but sometimes, to my gaiety, she joins her ‘Pa’, in seeing me off and give me some brief morning moments of bliss :).
At this present moment, all I can say is, “Being ambitious is fine, but look at the price… being paid for that 😦 !”