The title says it all. I can see many heads shaking to say, “Not one again!”, “Yet another one”, etc. I agree. True, I myself might have come across many pictures and quotes on the social media today that I too will get irritated and frustrated. But, I am pretty sure everyone will agree to the fact that – whatever you say or do for your mother, is not going to match a hundredth or a thousandth of what your mother have done or is doing for you. So, this is purely my thoughts and feelings towards my mother, a very small gesture to show my gratitude to one of the very important persons in my life, one of the persons because of whom what I am today.
In one of the movies I watched recently, there was a
dialogue, that, to write about a great person, the writer needs to have a
qualification. I agree to that completely
and I agree that I can never earn the required qualification to write about my
mother. In spite of that, I want to make this effort and pen down my feelings
about her.
Where do I start? I think, I don’t know her at all. Yes,
true! Nobody knows their mother completely. Only mothers know and understand
their kids. Have you ever come across a mother who doesn’t speak about their
kids? And have you noticed the spark in their eyes when they start talking. That
is the love they have for their kids. They want to share everything about their
kids, and only a mother can understand the importance of that. She has seen you
grow up, physically and emotionally. She evolved into a new person altogether
along with you.
My mom is not the typical mother type, who calls 5-6 times a
day. No. She is not like that. Neither has she talked for hours on a daily
basis. Even when I call, she speaks for a couple of minutes and drops the call.
I mock at her saying, “You are always busy, and you don’t have time even to talk
to me”. There has been days when I might not have spoken to her for 4 days
straight. But the day I don’t call her, I am on her mind the whole day and so
much so that it irritates my sister. My
mom understands that talking daily is not required for me. And the day I need
to talk to her, she will be the one picking the call, even when I have dialed my
father’s number. How does she do that? That’s mother’s love.
She is the silent observer. I need not tell her explicitly
that I am in trouble, she knows it. She never asks me what is troubling you or
what went wrong. But she is beside me when I am troubled.
She has the utmost patience. She waits until I go to her but
she might already be ready with the solution of my problem.
She can’t decide for me. For that matter, she can’t decide
for herself what she wants. But, she knows, eventually, I will know what I
want. She has faith in me. She knows that I can decide for myself and she can
rely on me to take decisions for her too.
She is proud of my achievements but at the same time she
cautions me that this is not the end. This is the beginning.
For a long time I had been wondering, what does she want?
What is it that makes her happy? What can I do that will make her happy?
I think, I now know that to some extent……
She wants a perfect life for us, a life which she always
yearned for us and wants to see her kids leading the comfortable life. She sees
herself in us. She doesn’t want us to go through the hardships she has faced. She
is happy to see us happy and flourish. That’s why she is most angry when we do
any mistake especially something she has already warned us. She wants us to
learn from her mistakes. She is happy if she knows that we are happy, that we
are not troubled and we are at peace with our life.
I can go on but how much ever I write, is going to be really
less for a person having so much love and compassion within. I am grateful we
have been blessed to have her in our life. Wish there is a way to repay her for
the effort and sacrifices she has made to make us respectable and responsible persons.
Love you loads Amaa!!!
