I LOVE MY MOM !
11th May,2013
Saturday
Tomorrow is Mother's Day and its unfortunate that my Mom won't be with me because she would be gone with her Mom.
My maternal grandparents are here and i would like to narrate a small incidence that happened a few days before.
Nana ji and Nani ji had arrived and i was so glad to see them after such a long time but my Mum was probably more happier than i was, She had prepared a delicious dinner for us that evening, Papa had gone for a tour and was scheduled to return that day; however he was late and so we ended up having dinner without him.
Mamma was of course not eating-she always waits for Papa. As we savored the delicious meal, Nani ji meaning my granny kept urging Mamma to have some food.
"Savita, come now, eat something........."said she to which my Mum replied"Nope. Let me wait........"
But Nani was stubborn " So, you won't have anything ? You'd go hungry? Common now, just a little bit maybe." Some more dialogues were exchanged between them two and then finally Mamma had to give up. She had to take some pieces of watermelon just to satisfy her Mom.
This may seem an insignificant incidence but it was one of those moments when you realize that " Oh my God ! My Granny is not just my Granny-she is my Mum's Mum."
Its hard to imagine that your Mum was once a child and that she too had and still has a mother. What makes this harder is that we all too are one day going to be our mother's age and that our mother will also grow old and probably dependent like our grandparents.
Time does flies. But 'mom','mum';maa','mamma','ammi' or any other word by which you call your mother always remain the sweetest words ever , holding sweetest memories and meanings for everyone. Our Mom's do so much for us and i know one thing which probably all of us know ; that our Mom's love us and understand us when probably no one else will .
We may be fighting with her all the time and saying things to her but deep in our hearts we too love her. My Papa and my grandmother (Dadi) used to fight a lot but guess who she called for when her last moment arrived -her son, her that son whom she used to have fights with every other day and guess who had most difficult time after her death? Papa.
Anyhow that wasn't the point.
What i am trying to convey is that one day out of 365 days, Are You Serious? Merely one day-is that enough? Enough to thank our mothers, enough to make them feel special and to make them realize that they are loved ?
Everyday since the time we were born and even before that, when she carried us in her womb for whole 9 months ; she has loved us and guided us at every step. And how do we repay it ? By being rude to her , not talking to her, not having time for her and suddenly one day presenting her with gifts to show that we still care ?
Don't you think it would be better if we show her that we care, everyday, through little things? Maybe by talking to her for a mere half an hour (whenever she is free) or by praising her once in a while for the food she has prepared or for her time management ( if she is working) or her wonderful dressing sense or maybe by helping her in kitchen or asking her about things at work or by wearing a sweater knitted by her even if you don't like it ? Or maybe one day you could just get up early in the morning and present her with bed tea ? Think about how'd you feel if you have to wake up every morning , find out there's no one to bring you tea and have to make it yourself; for yourself ?
LITTLE THINGS DO MATTER........
Think about this.
This may seem an insignificant incidence but it was one of those moments when you realize that " Oh my God ! My Granny is not just my Granny-she is my Mum's Mum."
Its hard to imagine that your Mum was once a child and that she too had and still has a mother. What makes this harder is that we all too are one day going to be our mother's age and that our mother will also grow old and probably dependent like our grandparents.
Time does flies. But 'mom','mum';maa','mamma','ammi' or any other word by which you call your mother always remain the sweetest words ever , holding sweetest memories and meanings for everyone. Our Mom's do so much for us and i know one thing which probably all of us know ; that our Mom's love us and understand us when probably no one else will .
We may be fighting with her all the time and saying things to her but deep in our hearts we too love her. My Papa and my grandmother (Dadi) used to fight a lot but guess who she called for when her last moment arrived -her son, her that son whom she used to have fights with every other day and guess who had most difficult time after her death? Papa.
Anyhow that wasn't the point.
What i am trying to convey is that one day out of 365 days, Are You Serious? Merely one day-is that enough? Enough to thank our mothers, enough to make them feel special and to make them realize that they are loved ?
Everyday since the time we were born and even before that, when she carried us in her womb for whole 9 months ; she has loved us and guided us at every step. And how do we repay it ? By being rude to her , not talking to her, not having time for her and suddenly one day presenting her with gifts to show that we still care ?
Don't you think it would be better if we show her that we care, everyday, through little things? Maybe by talking to her for a mere half an hour (whenever she is free) or by praising her once in a while for the food she has prepared or for her time management ( if she is working) or her wonderful dressing sense or maybe by helping her in kitchen or asking her about things at work or by wearing a sweater knitted by her even if you don't like it ? Or maybe one day you could just get up early in the morning and present her with bed tea ? Think about how'd you feel if you have to wake up every morning , find out there's no one to bring you tea and have to make it yourself; for yourself ?
LITTLE THINGS DO MATTER........
Think about this.
