But there’s a story behind everything. How a picture got on a wall. How a scar got on your face. Sometimes the stories are simple, and sometimes they are hard and heartbreaking. But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begin.”
― Mitch Albom, For One More Day,source goodreads.
It’s mother’s day, how can I not write my own version of mother’s day drama. I wake up to whispers near my door.
“Don’t drop it!”
“Be quiet, I know how to carry it”
“Where are the cards ?”
“It’s on the tray, can’t you see?, don’t spill the tea on the cards”
“I’m going to tell mama I made the tea.”
“Well, we made the juice and the cards”
“Who found the cookies to keep on the plate ?”
“Then meeeee? “
“Shh……….. Raaya, don’t shout you’ll wake mama”.
And the grand entrance of my kids with big smiles on their faces as if they didn’t have an argument a few seconds ago.
“Happy mother’s day mama”, they shout,
“We brought you breakfast.
Just look at that, what do you think?
I think they did a great job.
At least the tea was hot this time, according to Nadeem it was heated thrice.
I utterly adored the fact that the tray included everything they liked except for the tea, they improvised without adult supervision.
I’m not going to tell them I heard their bickering, I’m completely happy they took the time and effort to make it special.
Beside, why spoil the moment ?
And then comes the best part,
After leaving the tray on my bed, in comes Raaya,
“Mama, can I have your juice ?”
Followed by Waleed,”Mama, why aren’t you eating the cookies ?”
Me:”I’ll have it after my tea”,
“Then can I have a cookie ?”
“Me too!”pipes in Raaya.
Big boy Nadeem steps in,”So mama, what’s for breakfast ?”
So ends a few minutes of my perfect mother’s day morning.
But you know what? It’s o.k, that’s mom for you. It’s all about giving..
“Being a mother is an attitude, not a biological relation.”
― Robert A. Heinlein, Have Space Suit—Will Travel, source Goodreads.
We moms all complain of not being appreciated for everythting we do,
I certainly can make my kids and funny guy miserable with all the complaints I make, how I have to do everything, there’s no me time yada yada….on I go.
(I like to include all you moms out there, in the hope that I’m not the only one who does this)
That’s mom for you, we like to complain, we like to shout, at the end of the day passes we do this because we love our family, there is no hate or hidden agenda but too much caring.
The shouting will continue until you stop dropping your clothes everywhere instead of the laundry basket or you don’t clean your mess or wash the plate you ate or you walk into the house with mud on your shoes……yada yada.
“Children are knives, my mother once said. They don’t mean to, but they cut. And yet we cling to them, don’t we, we clasp them until the blood flows.”
― Joanne Harris, The Girl with No Shadow. source Good reads.
When all is said and done, you’re proud of doing things that made your moms’ day special, don’t end it there, continue to show you care,
When you speak to her look at her, no, I mean really look at her and smile, she wants to know if you’re happy, in order to do that she needs to see your face.
Call her, go on, right now, call her not to get something done or to baby sit because you have an errand to run but call her to ask how her day was.
That will be the best all year round gift you can give her.
Next time give her a hug, as we become moms and dads we expect hugs and kisses from our kid, so why do you think your parents are any different?.
last of all give them gentle words, yes mother’s day is over but you don’t need to end the caring and gentle words with the day,
Give them gentle words not attitude, not sarcastic remarks, not looks that say “times are different, you know nothing”.
Because that’s when you really hurt them, with your careless words.
“…I have so many dreams of my own, and I remember things from my childhood, from when I was a girl and a young woman, and I haven’t forgotten a thing. So why did we think of Mom as a mom from the very beginning? She didn’t have the opportunity to pursue her dreams, and all by herself, faced everything the era dealt her, poverty and sadness, and she couldn’t do anything about her very bad lot in life other than suffer through it and get beyond it and live her life to the very best of her ability, giving her body and her heart to it completely. Why did I never give a thought to Mom’s dreams?”
― Kyung-sook Shin, Please Look After Mom. Source Goodreads.
And to her mom the author of this post would like to say, she has no words in her limited vocabulary to express how she feels about this five feet, mini super woman.
She wouldn’t know where to begin.
Her mom represents strength and endurance.
“Thank you and bless you, mama.”
“You’re one in a million.”
Be safe and remember,