Sometimes, I wonder what my daughter will say/write about her mother in that school essay or in that discussion with her friends. She is still young (just a little over 5) to articulate her feelings and thoughts and, in our home , we hardly say “I love you, dear daughter “ and vice versa . You could say it’s the surfacing of my “mom guilt “ at intervals that makes me wonder whether or how much she loves me . A peek into our most animated mother- daughter moments would show the mother talking at 100 decibels (:))during our tug-of-war at meal times , the daughter being an almost “food recluse “ . And then there are those long lectures on proper “brushing techniques”, conservation of water (the daughter being a water- games-in- the -washroom enthusiast), techniques to preserve eyesight i.e. less TV hours, more green veggies and the mother’s version of a nagging “early to bed , early to rise “ rhyme . To name a few, that is . And then of course, there are pleasant moments like the mother and daughter playing with their favorite Lego, reading the gorgeously illustrated story books, watching Disney programmes like friends , coloring without the rulebook ,laughing away without a reason. Though pleasant “interludes “would be more apt here.
My moments with my daughter invariably take me to the one who has been the personification of affection and kind patience. She has hardly ever raised her voice at me, hardly ever imposed her wishes on me and has shown me that a mother’s heart doesn’t confine its frontiers to its child/children. She loves and gives to my cousins , my neighbours , the boy with the tattered clothes as generously as she does to me and my sisters . She encourages us to think about others and respect their way of life with her kind and thoughtful behavior/interactions . While in college , I would feel this temptation to “gel” with my mother over neighborhood gossips etc. , like some of my friends did. That was the one thing she was really strict about , her unwillingness to laugh at another’s expense . I have seen her sacrifice for the family with an open heart . She would be certainly displeased with the use of “sacrifice “, if she happens to read this post.What makes her the most beautiful is her manner of selfless giving , without expectations. She inspires me to be better , just by being the wonderful human being and mother that she is .