Cover art of my parents, by my daughter (follow her art on instagram- https://instagram.com/reflections_of_mind_?igshid=a1taiqld6t2f)
Hello friends, wish you all a very happy mother’s day. Stay happy and safe and follow all the safety protocol. I am reblogging my earlier post on my mother. Do give it a kind read.
Reminiscing the person, who had given birth to you, what better way is there to mark the day you were born, specially if the aforementioned person is no longer with you. Do I need to elaborate? It may be as clear as a bright morning that I’m talking about the Mother, eternal fountain of life. The very means, you and I exist in this world. I am certainly not reducing the importance of a father but you see, apart from sowing the seed of life, his physical involvement practiclly ends there. It’s the mother who nurtures a unicellular being with her own blood, to raise a complicated human form. Isn’t it magical in itself! A unique phenomenon, beyond explanation. A father has to wait for the birth of the baby to struck the emotional bond but a mother establishes it right from the inception.She can relate subconsciously to the life form taking shape in her womb. As a mother myself I can frankly assure you that it’s a privilege a woman relishes, in return of all the pains she has to bear during the childbirth and all through. So no pain and a little less gain for the father! What say?
Friends, a girl comes to realise the importance of a mother when she is married off and the actual meaning when she becomes a mother herself. Whan a woman starts juggling with the husband, in laws, household responsibilities, dealing with ever absent house maids,and afterwards the entry of the children , she finally rediscovers what being a mother truly means. It happened with me too. After marriage I began to bond with my mother in a more substantial way. Before marriage it was as usual mother daughter differences of opinion, the equation altered after the vital change in a woman’s life. Now, I had to share with her with her each and every new proceedings in my life. She became my friend with whom I could share my joys and griefs, take suggestions. It was endearing when she also started to give importance to my views and opinions. I felt grown up in a real way. The birth of my children was the means to strengthen the bond furthermore. We understood each other like one soul two bodies. If sometimes she was sad and avoided it’s intimation to me, I invariably became sad almost like telepathy. I felt ecstatic when any of my deeds brought smile on her face.
You come to realise the true importance of a teeth, when its no longer there to help you chew. I suddenly felt a great void when she abruptly departed us in her sleep. She was such strong woman that it was beyond my imagination to see her dead. I couldn’t come to terms with her loss, in fact I still don’t. After almost ten long years the ache of her going silent is still hurting a corner of my heart. If anything could bring my mother back, just for once, so that I could say a proper goodbye to her. It might have assuaged me somewhat, but I know it is not to be and it still hurts.
Friends, this day I was born, what a better gift for me when my daughter presented with the pencil portrait of my parents, first thing in the morning. So they say – “The legacy goes on”.