A priceless gift which is inborn, which cannot be expressed by words, whose love for you is incomparable - a six letter word which holds the whole universe in itself: M-O-T-H-E-R!
Mom's love is a forfeit with one desire - that her children outshines in all endeavors of life and thus evolves as a Champ! Her personal aspirations take a back seat and she set her priorities based on her child’s likes and dislikes. My mother likes left over chapattis and dosas that are slightly burnt -- things me, my dad or brother don't care for. She says that is what she prefers, leaving all the goodies on the dining table for us.
My mother has been my best friend with whom I share even the silliest thing that happened during the day. She becomes a listener to all my heartache, to every accomplishment that I make and to all nonsense I blabber. I tell her about samosas in the canteen, boring physics class, how I got punished for not answering the questions and so on.. Now I realize how patient she has been; I find it too hard to stand such things from anybody – be it my friend or relative or whoever!
For my mom, the day begins at 4! That is when I’m in the deepest of my sleep, dreaming of a tomorrow that promises loads of fun and smiles. She enters the day with a plea to God – to keep us healthy and happy always! Her agenda for the day is quite long - washing, ironing, scrubbing, cooking, and what not??!! I can’t imagine myself doing the things my Mom did any day in my life! Living in an apartment, having all the facilities including a maid, I crib of not having this and that.
Now I make fun of her for not knowing well about ‘Google’ or ‘BPOs’. But I remind myself the pains she has taken in improving my hand writing, how patient she has been in making me understand the difference between the alphabets “M” and “W”. Along with bed-time stories, she also sings multiplication tables so that I won’t have a problem with sums in Math. My mom made me eat the vegetables I don’t like by telling tales of Krishna and Sudama. After getting dressed for an evening party, she gives me the most affectionate kiss and calls me her Cinderella! My Mom is my first teacher; she taught me the value of hard work, honesty and forgiveness.
I always take her for granted; even today I’m not aware of how much she has struggled to bring me up, how often her time and energy were devoted to me. What ever I’m today, it’s all because of my parents! So now, for all the times I didn't say it before, holding back my tears.. “Thank You, Amma.... I love you so very much!”
Mom's love is a forfeit with one desire - that her children outshines in all endeavors of life and thus evolves as a Champ! Her personal aspirations take a back seat and she set her priorities based on her child’s likes and dislikes. My mother likes left over chapattis and dosas that are slightly burnt -- things me, my dad or brother don't care for. She says that is what she prefers, leaving all the goodies on the dining table for us.
My mother has been my best friend with whom I share even the silliest thing that happened during the day. She becomes a listener to all my heartache, to every accomplishment that I make and to all nonsense I blabber. I tell her about samosas in the canteen, boring physics class, how I got punished for not answering the questions and so on.. Now I realize how patient she has been; I find it too hard to stand such things from anybody – be it my friend or relative or whoever!
For my mom, the day begins at 4! That is when I’m in the deepest of my sleep, dreaming of a tomorrow that promises loads of fun and smiles. She enters the day with a plea to God – to keep us healthy and happy always! Her agenda for the day is quite long - washing, ironing, scrubbing, cooking, and what not??!! I can’t imagine myself doing the things my Mom did any day in my life! Living in an apartment, having all the facilities including a maid, I crib of not having this and that.
Now I make fun of her for not knowing well about ‘Google’ or ‘BPOs’. But I remind myself the pains she has taken in improving my hand writing, how patient she has been in making me understand the difference between the alphabets “M” and “W”. Along with bed-time stories, she also sings multiplication tables so that I won’t have a problem with sums in Math. My mom made me eat the vegetables I don’t like by telling tales of Krishna and Sudama. After getting dressed for an evening party, she gives me the most affectionate kiss and calls me her Cinderella! My Mom is my first teacher; she taught me the value of hard work, honesty and forgiveness.
I always take her for granted; even today I’m not aware of how much she has struggled to bring me up, how often her time and energy were devoted to me. What ever I’m today, it’s all because of my parents! So now, for all the times I didn't say it before, holding back my tears.. “Thank You, Amma.... I love you so very much!”
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