Friday, 28 June 2013

The Gift of a Mother

The greatest blessing of my life is my Mother. I think it'd be the same for every human being, wouldn't it? A Mother who loves, cares and stays for you! Oh... What a wonderful blessing it is! We all owe God for giving us such a precious person in our lives.

My Mom is my role model after Jesus Christ. I try and want to be like her in my life. She is such a great personality and she live her life in a way that makes me so proud to be her daughter. She taught me the little things that make you perfect. She taught me to be myself. She taught me to forgive and forget the things that hold you back from moving on. She taught me that love and forgiveness are not a business affair of 'give-and-take' but it's just the one-way of 'giving-giving-giving-and-giving'...

My Mom is my Heroine! She was a cute kid for her relatives, a darling daughter to her parents, a caring sister for her siblings, a true friend for her friends, a loving wife for her husband, a living God for me. She taught me to be humble, to close my eyes towards others' flaws but to open them towards my own and to open theirs towards themselves. She taught me to believe in God and myself. She taught me to let go of the memories that keep on hurting and making me someone else I'm not.

When I was a little girl, about 5-6 years old, and I used to sleep with my Mom, there were nights when we didn't sleep but just kept on talking about this-and-that things which were both big and small. I remember well, sometimes she used to hold me close and talk about life. She enjoyed talking Philosophy with me. She used to tell me about her life, her childhood, the way the world behaved at her and how she faced them. But let me tell you, I had neither listened nor understood whatever she was talking to me. I just lay there, thinking about something else and responding to her speeches with the usual "mm..."s, "aah..."s, "oh..."s and "uh-huh..."s. I think she knew that too. But she didn't care. She must've known that I'll understand them when I grow up. And she was right. It is now that I have a room for myself and when I lay awake at night waiting for sleep to embrace me, I think of those little Philosophical speeches and understand their meaning and what she was trying to tell me through them.

I remember once I asked her how did she get to be so wise and she answered me with a smile: "Pain, my dear daughter, pain can be a great teacher althrough your life. It helps you learn that everything you wish for may not be as beautiful as it ought to be." And I think that's what help me to live with courage. My Dad once told me that I made Mom cry when I was 10 days old. That was when the doctors had discovered that I had no sight in both my eyes and decided to operate me right then. I think the long list of faliures in my life started right from that moment!

But I know I've made her smile too, with my music. She loved music and died to sing and to listen songs when she was young and even now. She had told me about some of her girlfriends who could sing very well and whom she'd make sing only for her. She told me once that my talent for music was a special blessing she won from God through her non-stop prayers. Believe me, I started singing when I was 6 months old! Yes!

My Mother is a miracle. I really can't believe how lucky I am to have her. She is not perfect. Of course she is not  beautiful on her face. She has so many flaws in her. But for me, she is perfect, she is the most beautiful woman in the world. I just want to be a woman like her althrough my life. And in my next life, if there is one, I would prefer to be her daughter again!

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