To the world, you are a mother. To our family, you are the world!
Mother … the word has so much weight to it, and since it is Mother’s Day, I take this day to thank my mother (probably I have never thanked her enough).
My mother is a pillar of strength for me. She is my person since I call her when I am low, I call her when I am happy, I call her when I want to talk to someone I call her … practically anytime anywhere. I call her a warrior and yes she is pretty strong. The reason behind this is that she kicked the dreaded C right in the butt. She has faced the cruel radiation and chemo sessions but always walked out smiling. She never complained of the agony she was going through and she stood strong … in turn, we stood strong!
She is full of adventure and has passed the same to us. She tries to seek happiness in small things and loves to work her magic to create something big. I remember when we were small, she would often ask us to pack a picnic basket … which had fruit, sandwiches and juice. Then we would carry some mats, storybooks and the picnic basket along with our dogs to the terrace for a small picnic in the sun. This used to be made into such a fun little trip without us actually stepping out of the house.
When I was expecting my first child, I was wheeled into the operation theatre for a c-section. Once I regained consciousness, I realised that everyone is busy with the baby. However, there was one person, who was worried about me. While everyone was busy welcoming the new baby, my mother was the only one who came to me held my hand, kissed me on my forehead and asked me if I was fine?
She is fun with her grandchildren or rather I should say granddaughters (she only has 5 granddaughters). With them, she becomes a little girl. She stitches clothes for them, gets interesting and cute gifts for them, tosses quick and delicious meals for them. She teaches them new tricks, makeshift play ways, creative forms of doing stuff and last but definitely not the least how to have fun. From watching movies with them to taking them for walks, comes naturally to her.
Even now with a swollen hand (after effect of the dreaded C), she never shies away from doing work. In minutes she can toss an aloo paratha to a fancy frittata, a desi roti pizza to a pasta, a shahi tukda to caramel custard. She just knows how to create wonders with little things.
She also has 3 four-legged children. She loves them equally. Of course one of them is the most pampered of the lot so he gets to go on long drives and road trips with her. When she is not at home or on a vacation, he waits for her to come back soon. She manages to strike a chord not only with humans but also with animals.
My mom is an extremely talented person and always ready to help. She has been my last-minute saviour many times. I have asked her for help with Miss A’s project work or sending across stuff for Baby A. You won’t believe me! She even helped me get through my A2Z Challenge. It would have been very difficult without her to complete this it this time, but yes! we made it!
I love my mom to the core, even though sometimes we may have our differences … which don’t take long to resolve and yes, we start chatting again. She is my go-to person, she is my person, she is there for me when I am in trouble, she can sense when I need help, she knows what I feel and why I feel so basically she is always there for me.
I can go on and on talking about her, she is highly optimistic, loves adventure. She knows how to make the best out of life … so when life gave her lemons, she literally made lemonade. While fighting with the dreaded C she had a big smile on her face and once …
… A friend asked her where she got her hair styled from. She winked and answered confidently, “from the hospital!”.