In my childhood, my Mom used to apply Godrej hair dye and I used to laugh. She used to just tear the satchet, pour the powder in a bowl, add some water, take a brush and apply it by herself to her hair. Now my mother applies Godrej hair colour to my hair as my hair has started greying prematurely. She wants me to look beautiful. In turn, I apply it to her hair because I want my mother to look young and to live with me forever. I also know now how much painful it is to apply it for ones own hair. It’s so much fun to have a best friend who is our own mother. We can confide anything in her and we can be 100% sure that she will never leak our secrets.
My Pillar Of Strength, My Source Of Motivation, My First Expert – My Mother
When a child is born, a mother is also born. The mother takes care of child’s every need. Right from feeding the child to changing nappies to putting them to bed, the mother sacrifices her sleep, her every need and completely devotes herself to the upbringing and to the welfare of her child. She teaches her child to walk, to talk and brings up the child by giving good moral values. A child’s first word is “Maa” or mother.
For every child, their first “hero” is their Mom and similarly for me. My mother is the pillar who keeps me strong. I am myself a mother to a little one. I work whole day in an IT company, I myself cook food, take care of my house, maintain a food blog and still take care of my kid. At times I feel like quitting my job as I get worn out at the end of the day. But it is my mother who keeps on motivating to continue and never to loose in life.
Right from my childhood my mother was my expert, my role model. Whenever I had problems in school, my mother would rush and come and complain to my teachers about the problems that I am facing. I was a shy girl and I would never complain. My mother always wanted me to top the class. She wanted me to excel in my education and I never let her down.
During my school days my mother would take part in cooking competitions in the town and win prizes. That was a big motivation. I learnt to cook from my mother and I too wanted to win prizes in cooking competitions like her. Now my mother feels proud when others talk to her about my cooking skills.
When I wanted to go for higher studies, it was my mother who accompanied me to the entrance exam halls. My father would be busy with the business, but my mother would never leave me alone. She used to sit outside the classes and wait for me to write my exam. Just by looking at my face she knew how I wrote the paper. If I came out smiling means she too would be happy. Not just higher studies, but during my school days, my Mom used to accompany me to various competitions like dancing and painting which were being held in faraway places so that my stage fear would go away. I mean she was always there with me in every stage of my life.
If she ever found someone eve-teasing me, she would just catch that person and spank him up. I remember once during my college days, I was waiting for a bus just outside my home. Since it used to be very hot in Goa, I used to wear a cap. There was a guy passing by on his bicycle. He started teasing me and asking for my cap. I felt very uncomfortable. Just then behind my Mom came with a big stick screaming “Hey you, You want cap? Come here, I’ll give you, I have lots of them”. The guy got scared and fled away. I myself never knew that mom was hiding behind in the garden and secretly keeping an eye on me. She saved me every now and then.
During my first job, she used to wait for me at the bus stop in the evenings to accompany me home. If my bus ever got late, she used to get scared and wonder what happened to me. There were no mobile phones that time for me to inform that I would be late nor for her to call back and inquire about the timings. All that she would do was wait for me.
When my little child was born, it was my mother who was beside me like a pillar. My little newborn was admitted to NICU soon after birth and it was my mother who stayed back in the hospital with me for full 10 days to give me company while I took care of my kid. She never left me alone and was always with me like an angel. They say that God cannot be everywhere, so he made mothers. I am also a mother, but my mother will always be special to me. She is my God!
Now my mother is grown old. Along with age, she has got lots of health problems. Apart from being diabetic, she is a heart patient too and has undergone angioplasty and has 3 stents. She is not like before. Her hair has greyed and has become scanty. She cannot cook like before. But all her skills are now in me. I too protect my kid, just like how she protected me. Only a mother knows about a mothers love.
Before having a kid myself, I used to feel that my mother was over-protective. At times I used to scold her for doing that. But now I think that my mother is my best friend, my first and the best expert.
It’s true that no one loves and cares as much as a mother does. I love you Mom. I hope you read this post by connecting your new smartphone to Wi-Fi. Do you remember the poem I had written for you on your 50th birthday in my childhood? I am sure you do, If not, I shall remind you the first few lines…
Early in the morning I see her face,
Just when she goes to start her cooking race…
I like the way she cooks,
Specially when I sit with my books.
The aroma of the food in your kitchen makes me hungry,
… And I go and hug my yummy mummy J
Love you Mumma, I want you to live forever and ever :*
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