Mother’s Day, huh?

Can we really pin this precious day down on the pages of a man-made calendar? Honestly, I didn’t even know in my childhood that there’s specifically a DAY decided for Mothers, all around the globe. I am not even sure now that when I am wishing my mother on this occasion, does she think of me less or more? I mean, for all those years, when she really needed the appreciation while carelessly running behind my needs and demands and tantrums and teenager-phases, I was not there for her to wish  - “Hey mom, Happy Mother’s Day!”. Either I was too shy, or too irresponsible to consider a day to take account of her selfless efforts of motherhood. I am not saying I was a troublesome daughter, but the act of cherishing someone’s actions in words was not taught to us. But with time, with real adulthood and responsibilities, now when I look back to all those lost thirty “Mother’s Day” - when I didn’t wish her, I feel I should go back and hug her tightly, and tell her only two words - “Thank you”, that’s it!

I was raised by two beautiful souls  - my grandmother, Maa, and my mother, Mummy. And I feel so privileged that I got to experience a wonderful childhood under their guidance. They taught me patience while cooking the best dishes for the whole big-fat family. They gifted me their perseverant attitude towards life while handling the toughest phase of my life effortlessly. They told me to be humble while listening to all the noise of my life. They upgraded my thoughts while simply doing household chores. Those small acts, refreshing talks and constructive criticism made me the way I am today. Back then, who knew those unintentional teachings of life can have a deep impact on my behaviour. 

Today, I think like them, like a replica of their smile, and I don’t even know it unless someone makes me realise that - ‘oh, you are just like them!’ I think this is my way of celebrating Mother’s Day.  Relishing mother’s fragrance around my aura, respecting their sentiments without being judgemental, listening to them calmly on my odd days, remembering their childish routines and silently smiling randomly, believing in her morals, and ofcourse, thinking of my favorite dishes made by her - makes me more grateful of their existence in my life, every single day. Maa is no more with us, but her presence is always with me. Mummy calls me everyday, with the same set of questions i.e. ‘how are you today?’ or ‘Is everything alright?’ or more similar synonyms of you-can-tell-me-if-anything-is-wrong! I don’t tell her all my problems, but just by simply acknowledging her concerns, I feel relaxed that someone is there for me, selflessly praying for me, everyday. 

I never truly understood how irreplaceable a mother is - until I started becoming one myself. With every step, I see more of you in me, and I’m endlessly grateful. Thank you for everything. 

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