I thought this would be simple, after all I know my mother
so well. But, when I actually sat down to write this blog, I realized how wrong
I was! I thought I would, very efficiently and easily, pen down my feelings
about you. I thought I could express and capture all the emotions, the events
and its underlying essence, all in words, whenever I sat down to write about
you. But how wrong I was! Today is, perhaps, the apt occasion to express my
love and gratitude and acknowledge all the sacrifices that you’ve done, the
hardships that you’ve faced and the things which only and only you could’ve
done and no one else. Today is your day, maa!
You’ve always been an independent woman, a woman of stature
and high spirit. In your quest for independence, you have in turn made me
independent! I, very distinctively, remember how you managed between home and
office; and even while working and away from home, I remember how selectively
you would place things, so that I would never have to be dependent on you. I
owe my independent spirit and self – sustainability to you, maa! I also
remember, throwing silly tantrums whenever I wanted anything or whenever I
needed things done and how you, without even breaking a sweat, used to pacify
and control me. I owe my sensibility to you, maa! I also remember how you used
sit with me, amidst your busy schedule and share your experiences; which’ve
always helped me distinguish between the good and the bad. I owe my rationale
to you, maa!
For my Graduation and Post – Graduation, I remember staying
away from you. It is all those years that’ve made me realize, how important a
mother is to her child. It is all the hardships that I’ve faced, while staying
away from you, that’ve made me realize, how imperfect a child’s life is,
without his mother. It is the count of lost clothes and things, which has made
me realize, no one is better than you, maa; and no one will ever be!
Whether my demands or your life lessons, you’ve handled
everything graciously and always with a smile. I don’t know how my life
would’ve turned out, if it wasn’t for you. I wish to make you proud, the same
way as I am; after inheriting you as a mother, my mother!
A proud mumma’s boy! Always.
