Mothers are special!

Human beings, by nature are selfish creatures (does anyone doubt?). Except for a few exceptions, most of us live for ourselves. Many of us (that too half-heartedly) do favours to other fellow beings, but can’t unconditionally live a life for others. It is just impossible for you to find anybody who lived even a day of their lives for somebody else, forget a life time! There are probably just a handful of Mother Teresas or Mahatma Gandhis, who this world has ever produced.

But, things are different with mothers, when it comes to their own children. This tie is special, for it is a different world, quite different from the world that we all live in. I wouldn’t believe, if any woman, even those who live in the streets and struggle to live every day through their meager earnings of hard labor or maybe even begging, to think about anything that would bring harm to her own children. My own mother is exemplary example, as far as I know and experienced. She currently lives with me at my residence in the outskirts of Bangalore, forgoing the calm, peaceful atmosphere of our residence in my native place, Kerala. I know that she would love to be left alone there with nobody disturbing. I can imagine, she is tired after sacrificing so many things for her children (me and my sister) all through the past 3 decades. But, she didn’t complain when we (me and my wife) wanted her service to help us with our kid (who was just a year at that time). Instead, she was the happiest to come and help me, even though it meant that she had to resign her job, which earned her a handsome sum, and also meant a lot more to her. With myself and my wife working, we needed somebody responsible to take care of things in our household. Of course, my father too ably helps her. But, she has more attachment to me. I know that, but she never expresses that love or affection towards me, explicitly. Sadly, growing up in this environment all through my life, I also couldn’t.

I can’t remember a single night she has slept before I reached home in the night from my office. She spends most of her time in the kitchen preparing breakfast, lunch or dinner for all of us at home. Of course, my wife helps her a lot at kitchen, but still I can’t see my mother come out of the kitchen before 7.30 am every morning, once she gets into it 5.30 am in the morning. The story is not different during any other part of the day. She loves to do it for her family, and never complains.

Everyday, when I leave for office, she would be running behind my kid to get him prepared for his school, before the school van arrives. My father helps her too with this, but I can’t remember a single day when she missed this, for she considers it almost like her duty to her son (who is myself), rather than anybody else. Of course, she loves all other members of the family, but none like myself.

I can imagine, how much she would like to hear appreciations about her worksmanship, for all that she does at our home. Till recently, I never did care for such things and I never thanked her in my life for anything, but now I know they are far more important than I once imagined. Genuine and sincere appreciations are motivators in all walks of life and the service that mothers offer their children is no different. Her face lights up when I appreciate something she did for me and I feel so satisfied to see that...

When I think that all her sacrifices are due to her love for me, I don’t get words to express my feelings for her. She is so godly, above all in this world to me. I would love to hug her and say a big thank you…But then, we never have traditionally expressed love to anybody in our family so explicitly, and hence I don’t want to leave my mother in embarrassment. But, someday I want to hug her with all my love and say that I loved her so much…(I know that she never will read this, since he rarely ever worked on computers)

I am pretty sure all mothers of this world are more or less like my own. I bow to them all for showering all their love, for it makes the world so much a lovely place to live in. You are indeed somebody so special, who I can never become…