Love Letter to Motherhood
God could not be everywhere, and therefore he made mothers.
-Rudyard Kipling
The first women I fell in love with was her. She has the face of an angel, heart of gold. My first teacher, companion and enemy. For years, I spend clueless not understanding lost in my own thoughts. The suffering and pain of this outer worldly seemed more than I could take. Along came the situations that made me more embedded into a cocoon, where only solution was in-depth frustered. Nobody could help or would help was all there left until came a ray of hope her.
Her very presence made my heart flutter, for a while felt on top of the world. But when reality hits nothing could change. It should happen from within and it did. No love is unconditional, not even one of a mother-child. This might seem flustering but wait. How can we call or let alone question say the women who bought us into this world. Well, when howling wolf comes up, darkness prevails. The solitary might be short, feels longer every person has the purpose. Our mother is a human too, she has no magical powers.
We children for long have taken her for granted. How many times have we “C’mon mom I will do it later” , “I am not interested stop annoying me” , “How many times do I teach you to download a PDF?”. These are few of our answers while talking oh more often yelling. Taking your anger on someone is never right and patience never brings you down. The you in reference is us — the children. Not everyone has a mother, lucky are you if you have someone who understands, most important listens. Having that person, not just makes you blessed but life seems worth living.
We celebrate mother’s day every year on may. Should we just celebrate her by thanking her and posting oh-so sweet pictures only on that occasion. To be honest every moment can be used to cherish her, it depends on your actions. We needn’t gift her expensive things just spend couple minutes. In the end, all that will remain are not just dust but also memories. More often in life thinking about somebody the moments spend trails back spiraled to form a circle of pictures. Happiest days have always, and will bring a smile on anyone.
To every marvelous mother your not alone, we children love you despite our harsh words. Through shadows, unfortunate circumstances came you. We might haven’t acknowledge that hand of god, but we are grateful to have you with us. Your love to put forth children before anything even — yourself, shows joy and not sacrifice. When a mother works hard to nurture her child never label that as a sacrifice. It is love in entirety, not a price tag on an object.
My mother, the girl who was once like me had a dream too. Her dream scattered into a billion pieces due to heavy-hand of responsibility. Today, I her daughter take an oath to reach a milestone and serve my purpose while inspiring her to achieve hers.
