HAPPY MOTHERS DAY!

‘Ama’ yaar aaj ka din bhut khaas hai. Not just too every girl/boy but to every individual alive. Be it a child or an adult or even the tiny mieeni one who doesn’t even know a bit but certainly does identifies the mother. Such is the beauty of a mother.  The most special person, the one so selfless that all she has to give is love and care.

I think I can write pages about my mother. As far as I remember I always wanted to be like her. To have the calm that she has, the charm that she has. Meri mummy na ekdum Bollywood movies ki mummy k jaise hai. For her it’s always been us. We were and still are her first priority. I remember seeing her happy face each day waking me and my brother for school; she was the first person I ran to in case I had any problem. In true sense she was my first friend and secret keeper. There is nothing I could hide from her. Just by looking at me she knew if something was wrong and that continues till today. Like I said that I always wanted to be like her but she always wanted me to be me, to reflect who I am. She never wanted to overshadow my personality but rather wanted me to grow to be me. That’s how beautiful she is. She taught me what’s right and wrong. Never supported my wrong and taught me a lesson every time I crossed the line. Growing up I have had my opinions and differences she always listened to them and made me understand the right and wrong. But like every Indian mother she always told me during my growing up years, ‘kaam kaaaj, naukri tho sab theek hai lekin ghar ka kaam seekho. Wo bhi aana chaiye’ not just because one day she had to get me married but also because she wanted me to become independent in all the ways. She truly made me women of ethics. Today when someone praises me for the kind of person I am my heart smiles because I know aakhir ho tho mai unhi ki parchai. One of the most difficult yet the most special day for her has been my marriage. I have tears in my eyes even when I write this (and I am sure she too would be reading this blog all teary eyed). For all the time right from my engagement to my marriage day she kept me strong but cried her heart out even on the tiniest of the things. She had the biggest smile seeing me as a bride yet her heart was so full. It’s been 3 years that I am married now but not a bit has changed. The only thing that’s changed is that now I have two mothers.

After moving from the house where I grew up to the one where I truly belonged the journey had been very smooth and easy because of the mother I got here. She stood with me rock solid from the day one and helped me adjust. Gave me my space and yet bonded with me. Since the last 3 years she has been tying my saree everytime we have a function to attend (Damn! Yes I don’t know how to tie a saree). She has helped me learn to cook, showed up her trust on me whenever needed, backed me up with all her support, gave me her time, made me understand the value of keeping a family intact and most importantly loved me like my own mother. She has raised her son not just be the righteous husband or loving son but a compassionate human being.

I guess I am not just blessed but also very lucky to be loved by not just one but two mothers who I know are now the two pillars of my existence and individuality. I am remembering a beautiful quote that would summaries everything written above.

‘Once Blessed with a wonderful mother, twice blessed with my mother in law’