It was quite natural that I thought of my mother the most
after I bid adieu to my spinsterhood and got wed-locked. And as years passed
by, I realized and started appreciating her more for the person she is and the
depth of love and compassion she truly holds. Raising children is no easy task
and when you have to do it alone after your kids enter their complex phase of
teenage, it becomes painstakingly difficult. My father was away for most of the
time due to his line of work and major role came to her. Hats off for she did
it well and to the best of her knowledge and capacity.
A mother – daughter relationship is one of the fascinating
bonds ever found in the world. It lies on the two extreme ends – fierce and
defensive love, fierce and defensive arguments, fierce and defensive
competition, fierce and defensive care, fierce and defensive differences. Strange,
but this is actually and invariably true to the lines. There have been so many
times when I have hit on her Achilles heel just to win my squabbles and then
when I saw the stains of tears on her face it broke my heart into pieces.
During my growing up years, my mother was the best teacher I
could ever have – the subject didn’t matter to her because she was an expert in
every field. An ever-ready problem solver to all the tussles I encountered, her
tips and tricks relived me of the burdens, her beauty secrets never went wrong,
her selection of clothes earned me a lot of compliments, her words smoothened a
lot creases and her support made me stand up through all the challenges which
came my way.
Like any other girl, I understood my mother’s love for me
only after I became a mother myself. The way I showered love and pampered my
baby was the time I realized how my mother must have done years ago when I
landed in her arms.
Now I realize her concerns and fears when I went out and got
late returning home,
Now I realize her ways of poking into my conversations with
my friends,
Now I realize her choice of sharing my stories to amuse her rapt
audience,
Now I realize her habit of sacrificing the yummiest part of
the pie just to bring about smiles on my face,
Now I realize her custom of buying the best stuff for me and
being happy with oldies she has,
Yes indeed, I have known her now.
My mother didn’t have much friends to herself since she was
so busy bringing up her kids and looking after the whole of us while my father
worked hard to make the ends meet and so far away from us. I am really glad
that I was always the friend to her in all her recreations, in all her errands,
in all her weak times and in all her happy days.
I still can’t forget the day when she was diagnosed with cancer,
all the hospital rounds, the tests, the surgery and the psychological stress
she went through. But today I can rightly say that it was all due to her brave
fight back she came out with flying colours and since it was detected at stage
1, due to which she was able to avoid Chemotherapy. I salute her for the woman
she is, so complete, so sure and so accurate of her approach towards life.
She taught me to believe in God and that faith moves
mountains. Yes, miracles happen. I have witnessed it.
My memories with her are very special and will continue to
be. I am one person who lives in the past, dreams about future and forgets
present. No wonder, I hold on so much to the wonderful, amazing memories lived
and captured forever in my mind.
Maybe so outlandish but all are spot on correct
without any doubts and dilemmas.
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