Happy Mother’s Day to everyone
No words that fill these pages are sufficient to describe my mother’s love, her personality and her good natured character.
My parents at the time of their wedding.
But I feel that now after almost three decades I should acknowledge her love and care in words. Maybe it is because now I’m physically so far away from her that I can only remember her soft touch and hug and am not there to get it anymore.
It is considered that a daughter is always closer to her father and a son to his mother. But I feel, after a girl gets married, when she herself becomes a mother,
she starts to understand and respect her own mother more than she ever did in her childhood. If the root of a child’s relation with its parents is strong, how can it dwindle or stagnate when the child becomes an adult? I think this is one relation that grows and gets entwined like the branches of an old banyan tree.
I know that I can sit here and write all day about my Mom, her sense of humor, the little anecdotes from my childhood and so on. Instead I’m going to randomly jot down a few things about her here, the things that come from my memory, some of the things that I love about her and most of all they are the things that I’ve yet to practice like her.
Her personality is that, though she is so soft and loving, she is a very powerful woman. When adverse situations come or when somebody gets ill at home probably she’s crying in her heart but outwardly she’ll be as strong as a pillar. When the woman of the family is in control of such difficult times there is nothing more powerful than that.
She has eyes only to see the good in others. I feel parents, especially mothers have a strong hold on children’s outlook about other relations in their life. I don’t think I ever remember my mother talking ill of somebody, especially in front of us. She has of course told us about the incidents that she has felt bad about but she always forgave the people that caused them. She makes it a point to be kind and helpful to everyone even to those who have hurt her. I don’t know Mom how you do it, but that is one great lesson I’m trying to achieve at this stage of my life. We need to let go of memories that have hurt us and embrace and keep only the good ones within us.
Speaking of her love and affection towards us her children, they are beyond the depth of any ocean and are as vast as the blue sky. I think we are so fortunate that our parents have always unconditionally loved us.
Though it’s Mother’s Day today, I have at some places said ‘my parents’ because that is how my mother likes to hear it. She adores respects and loves our father that much and always insists that we love him more than her. Isn’t she the best?
My parents about 32years later with their grandson.
HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY, DEAR MOM.
And this is for my three year old from his Mommy:
“A day or a gift is nothing
When compared to
A hug or a smile from you,
The thoughts that you carry about me
Is more than enough for me.
My love for you will never die
Even after I leave the realms of this world.”