World is celebrating Motherās Day this month.
Today we celebrate that special woman in our lives who gave birth to us, held us for the first time in her loving arms and showered our little faces with affectionate kisses. She was always first in rushing to our crib when we cried at nights, tended us back to soothing sleep after frightful nightmares and fed us health and growth over the years.
It is because of her compassion and love we became what we are today. She mothered us in millions of selfless ways and we know that a life time is not enough to pay her back for what she has done for us.
So, here is to the Woman who we all call our āMomā! Tell her today, that you love her more than she will ever knowā¦
You would know if you are familiar with what A Momless Mom symbolizes or what she stands for, whatever I wrote here so far does not apply to me in any ways.
I have never known my Momās Love. She was not the first to wake up to sooth me back to sleep while I was a baby. She never put my well being first before hers. She did not raise me in love or cherish me as I should have been. But my experiences in this regard did not dampen my spirits or expectations of a Motherās love to her child over the years. In fact, I did have the good fortune to cross paths with some special women who were kind enough to offer different shades of compassion which sometimes came close enough to what my Mom would have given meā¦
So, this Motherās Day, let me recall those amazing women whom I met in various points of my life who helped me to restore my faith in Motherhood- or generally, speaking, humanity as a whole. Let me thank them today, for they have made my life worthy enough to live for…
My Paternal Grand Mother– She was the second woman I came to associate with next to my Mom. Soon after my Mom left, my Grand Mother took me and my little brother under her wings and looked after us when our Dad was away at work. I will have to say that she tried her best for the first few years in not letting us know the emptiness that was creeping into our lives left by our Mom.
My Aunty Rosy ( Dadās Sister)– I have never taken time before to thank my Aunty Rosy for her company when my tears threatened to break out. I couldn’t fathom the unfairness of living momless at such a young age! She used to sing to me and play with me when I felt lonely and moody. And later, during my teenage years, she was the first one who taught me the basics of cooking essentials
Prof. Lalita at the University– I almost wished at one point for her to be my Mom! She was always kind and calm in her classes. She has always given me special attention and made sure that I am okay and comfortable with my lecture notes. There was not even once I have seen her upset or angry and I was very jealous of her daughter who was studying at the same University at the time. I wondered: āDoes she even know how lucky she is for having Prof. Lalita as her āMom?ā. Talk about being naĆÆve, right?
Sr. Mary Jose, My faith sister at the nunnery of our parish back home: Sr. Jose, needless to say, was always kind , considering my āmomless situationā and all. She constantly used to check upon me, both in person and on the phone and continued to do so until I moved away to Canada. She was a strong support to me, like a light house when the seas of my emotions raised turbulent storms. Sr. Joseās immense patience has saved my spiritual life from various disasters that could have changed the course of my life entirely, for the worse.
My Mother-in- Law: She is very special for the reason that I get to call her āMomā without raising any eye brows. I mean to say, it is legal to call your Mother-in-Law, āMomā, right? I consider this as my good fortune because it feels so good when that word āMomā rolls out of my tongue like a beautiful song each and every time. She loves me as a good daughter in law and I know that she is thankful to me for gifting her with two wonderful grand children! I have appreciated her kindness in cooking special food for me while I was sick with morning sickness in both pregnancies and then again, bringing home made food to the hospital quite a few times after both deliveries. She would check upon me if I complain of a head ache or back pain until I am better. I want to tell her some day that all of the kind acts that she has sent my way over the years have not gone unnoticedā¦ And that, if life was different and I had a chance to choose who gets to be my Mom in the next life (if there is one) I would certainly ask for her as my real āMomā.
These are some of the women who have won my heart on different situations in my life so far. I am sure there will be a few more if I do a bit more in-depth analysis of my life. But hey, I am only blogging, not writing my life story, right? Thinking back and remembering these wonderful women on this special day certainly makes me feel special and to be worthy of their affection. I do not feel like some body who was abandoned by her own Mother quite early on.
Sometimes, curses are blessings in disguise. Do you have such a story to tell? A curse that actually became a blessing in your life?