Mother! What does this word mean to you? Have you ever asked this question to yourself?
If yes, ask again, If not, well ask now.
If you ask me the same, I would say it has no description. You simply can’t put into words.
My mom is 70 years old this year. The only thing I’m scared of in this world is my mother due out of utmost respect.
- Respect to the struggle she had to go through to carry me.
- Respect to the hurdles she had to face to keep me alive. (She said I nearly died of sickness and she has no money to bring me to hospital)
- Respect for living the painful life to raise me and my six siblings without the support of my father.
- Respect for the challenges she had to go through alone as a woman to feed her children.
- Respect for working hard as a rubber tapper all day long so that she can give better future for her kids.
- Respect for letting me to continue my study despite negative influences spread by my relatives.
- Respect for trusting and leaving me to work far from the home.
- Respect for giving me the freedom to do my own choices.
- Respect for the utmost sacrifices you have did for me and my siblings.
- Respect for all the things you have done to me and my siblings which can’t be described using 24 letters.
Of course, she has her flaws but that’s nothing big compared to what she has done to us.
She had literally lived for us “her children”. I have heard her outcry for her two kids who had been adopted due to her financial in-capabilities to raise them when they were born. The unintentional act which she regrets till today.
I have seen her struggles, pains and tears by standing right beside her. I wish no mom should go through such pains in their life which she is still struggles to get rid of her memory. The pains are too deep as it had been nailed into her heart. The traumatic life one should never go through.
She lived an extraordinary life for a woman. I wish I can write her biography one day.
Happy Mother’s Day Amma (Mother)