The Wonderwoman


I am talking about her. She is, not perhaps and certainly, the most priceless creation on earth. She is a daughter, sister, friend, a woman and wife. But she proudly calls herself a mother. Despite the fact that she could be addressed as any one of the above, she proudly identifies herself as mother. After attaining motherhood, her life revolves round her children until she breathes. Was just wondering how a mother, never keeps a track of her sleepless nights but certainly notices if her child gets sufficient sleep. 
Several sleepless nights for a mother begin when
-she communicates with the baby in her womb

-the baby keeps awake after birth
She doesn’t care about her sleepless nights and its after effects and the baby is all grown up in course of time.
Gradually, her focus shifts towards the education of the newly grown youngster, a mother is more concerned than her child. She wishes her child does well in his career.So, here comes another set of her sleepless nights preparing midnight snack or a health drink while his or her career shapes up.
Alongside comes the socializing days of the youngster. A mother happily sips her midnight coffee, either engulfed in a book or taking a night stroll in the porch. Well, after long and tiring days, who would want to keep awake over cuppa joe? A mother certainly would. All she wants to ensure is her grown up child is back home safe.
The mother endows her children with best of her wishes as she gets promoted to a mother-in-law and eventually a grandmother. She happily executes her duties towards her children and grandchildren without any demand or expectations and remains a constant source of their emotional support. No matter how far she physically is, she leaves everything behind and runs for her child if situation necessitates the same. She always has time and patience for everyone’s emotional outbursts, mistakes, rudeness or ignorance.
But does she really have someone who would hear her as a woman or mother? Did she ever find a friend in her spouse or children? If not yet, it is time a mother gets unselfish love, respect, support and friendship from her children. Let us not forget that she has brought us in this world and performed her duties and beyond. 
But despite everything she did and still does,
Her concern is often mistaken as her interference. 
Her unselfish and undying love is often taken advantage of. 
Her sleepless nights are often ignored as, “I did not tell you to keep awake, did I?”
Her loneliness is often labelled as a natural phenomenon while aging.
 A mother is the woman who sacrifices her most wonderful years of youth for her family, buries her own dreams somewhere deep inside and eventually forgets if she ever had dreamt for herself. She dreams through her children’s eyes, who may, or may not, realize her worth. 
So let us all get together and give this wonder woman a standing ovation. Let us thank and show God our endless gratitude for creating mothers. But more importantly, it is time we get started being a child worth a mother’s undying love and let us not forget to thank her for who she is.
Wishing each and every mother across the globe A Very Happy Mother’s Day !      🙂

Note From A Little Heart


My neighborhood is quite happening with diner and potluck plans (with/without any occasion)on, thus turning any day into a halcyon day. I am an active participant but not really a planner. While others plan, and if I am not reading, I prefer playing with my  two 5 year old playmates -R’n’B (that is how I address them with the first alphabet of their first names). We play air hockey, watch Tom and Jerry or Transformers, Oscar’s Oasis and so on together. We also love running around the lawn playing picnic and fishing games. I was hosting this farewell dinner for R and family, two days before their moving out. Lots of cooking, chat, and eating went on. I could not really play that day as I was busy preparing diner. R was getting kind of bored until he discovered some stationeries and got occupied scribbling. The party went on, amidst which, I went on to pull out some soda cans from my refrigerator. Something was unusual and my eyes ran carefully through the fridge magnets trying to figure out the difference.  And there it was. I found a stick note on my fridge that read,” I love you but bye.” I knew I was going to miss one of my playmates-R and kept uttering that on and off. But he never uttered until that day. A flow of emotions ran as I was waving them good-bye two days later. And everyday since then, the stick note reminds me how much I am loved.