I still remember that day when I was around seven or eight, when I tried to hide myself behind the black and white television set, from my mother when she was trying to punish me with a wooden scale. And it happened quite a few times since then, the only change being the place I tried to hide myself, once the television set, next time the closet and then behind my dad 😛 Believe me, that was some painful punishment. And you know who the complainant is? My little sister.. She made up situations and acted so innocent that my mom had no other choice left.. Well, even I wasn’t that good a sister then. I beat her once, she beats back twice, then pull each other’s hair and thus the love continues :-P.
And then the high school days, when my mom never used to mind slapping me to keep me awake during the exam preparations. Lucky me, she did that only when I asked her to do so. She was the one who always kept an eye on every thing right from the pencil box to the progress reports. She never liked if we (me and my sister) left the packed food uneaten. How could I even do that when she used to wake up early every morning to prepare something special for both of us for breakfast and for lunch. I could see how happy she was when we liked the food and ate it completely. True love is what it is called!!! Amidst her work, she always had an ear for my complaints about the patches of blue starch on the white school uniform and the shoes not being tied properly. Thank you Amma for making it a lot easier for me 🙂 .
And now, its been four years of under graduation and then the masters… And here she is, one of my best friends whom I share the world with. I obey, order and demand her 🙂 There is hardly anything I have not shared with her and nothing that she dint. I love being there for her when she needs me and that makes me the most happiest.
I should say that I have never witnessed this beautiful transformation in her. But when I think about it now, she was once a strict mother, then a teacher who guided me through my life and then now she means the world to me. On this Mother’s day, I asked her what gift she wants and she said, “Keep loving me the way you do now and that’s the biggest gift ever!”. As dramatic as it might sound, its impossible to thank her for what she has been!!! But, this is a small effort to let her know how much I love her and would love being with her!!!
“Amma, you have been such a great mother and such a great friend. You have supported me in every thing and understood me the most. You have prayed for us day and night and never for yourself. You have such a great heart to forgive people. You have been my inspiration, Amma. I look at who you are and really wish I was like you and then there would be no one who would have hated me. Sorry if I ever disappointed you with anything.
Amma, when my friends in college complemented me that I was looking good, I used to tell them that’s because I wore a dress that you selected for me. Thanks for making me look beautiful Amma 🙂 I owe it all to you! And I loved it when you said, “How could I beat such a sweet girl with a wooden scale”. Never mind.. I am happy with both of them, you punishing me and now calling me “sweet”.
I hate everyone who gives you pain and don’t ask me to be the same with them. I can’t forgive them like you do. You deserve the best Amma! We would have been nothing without you. And you define us. Love you the most!
Knowingly or unknowingly, there were days when I gave you pain, there were days when I hurt you. But you never complained. You were always patient to listen to me and always helped me in trouble. I can never thank you for what all you did but I owe you this Amma. A big sorry for every stupid stuff your daughter did and I promise that I will never hurt you. Whenever I think of ways to let you know how much you mean to me, I end up not being to able to convey it you 😦 I love you Amma, and all I pray for is your happiness.
Miss you Amma!! Always there for you!! Take care :-)”
“I remember my mother’s prayers and good deeds. They have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life”.