Holding Hands.....

I was crying when i was born while there was a smile on her face....probably thats the happiness she carried for that nine month phase. Totally new environment out of my “mom’s” womb to see my new family and my new tomb.......Lots of new faces in and around me, and as people carried me I would go “wee” .

And there was my dad who got a daughter and a eight year old brother who got a sister..... Didn’t actually quite make out my bro’s reaction but i could always feel my parents affection.....

I called her MmmAaaa as I stumbled with the word, she soon noticed it and gave a tight hug. She would be Ecstatic as she would always make me repeat the same word.

Wow i said to myself as i learnt to crawl and then my mom taught me how to walk which included the distances and the different phases of life... Walking beside me all the time, she made sure that I am always fine.....

Those countless nights when she was awake just for my sake, sacrificing her sleep without any complaint to make......

Being with me all time understanding me , and my needs........

Holding my hands before i could fall, feed me before I felt my hunger, boosting my confidence to overcome the difficult situations and so on......... situations were all different but the one thing was common to them all was her love – the purest form of love.

As rightly said –

“ Being a full-time mother is one of the highest paid salaried jobs, since the payment was in the form of pure love. “

“My mother though had a slender, small body, but a large heart - so large that everybody's joys found welcome in it, and hospital accomodation .” – Mark twain

She would always make sure to divide a pie equally among all of us without considering her share, promptly announcing that she doesn’t like a pie and would feed us with utmost care.

“She never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn't take them along”

Her life is solemnly dedicated for others out of love- pure and selfless love. The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness and love as a candle who keeps burning to provide light to others.

I still remember those school days where i could be just a spectator watching others to perform or those times when i could not win but my welcome was always like a winner.... boosting me with confidence within.....

There were scoldings too... but today i realize i could not have been a better person without them too......

I just wonder what a person is she – so wonderful and pure. It remains the same even today. Years passed by, turning her hair grey, but the smile remains the same with wrinkles on her face. Even today I am the same small kid to her, we both grew old with age and so does our love.....

As beautifully expressed by ANNIE SULLIVAN:

“Children require guidance and sympathy far more than instruction.” That’s what I got from you ma.. Without any expectation and agitation, you were always there to control my anger and frustration. Taking utmost care of all my needs and also teaching me good deeds.

Being a friend to me more than a mother and always listened to me even though I would blabber ... I need u always beside me ma to love me, cuddle me and narrate me those bed time stories.

Ma.... all I wish, is to be like you one day to love, share and care to all those needy kids who come in my way.........

Thanks for giving a true meaning to my life....