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 !      🙂
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Little Wonders

So I decided to take a break from my pending household chores, checking e-mails, phone calls, and have an entire day to myself, which means, completely engulfed in myself. I did not even want hunger apologizing, “Sorry to interrupt but I am on.” And I treated myself heartily to rule out any such odds. And then it was my time. Talking about time, I decided to look back. I was all gung ho about my childhood, to which, I am sure, most of us would say, “I second that.” Childhood is all about losing a contest and still getting awarded with, “Nice try and I am proud of you.”  It is about not getting judged on questions tagged silly and getting patient answers from elders. This reminded me of my grandmother, who was patient enough not just answering my questions but also narrating interesting stories everyday. As a five year old, my excitement knew no bounds when I was back home from school and ran to her. She readied herself for an interesting talk session every afternoon and I wondered what did she have in store. One such afternoon, I found her flipping through a carefully preserved album. The images immediately caught my attention because-
-they were black and white,
             and
-the children in those photos were unfamiliar to me.
 
But even before I could throw my question about who I was looking at, it was grandma pointing towards herself in the photo asking, “how did you like me in that cute little ballet dress? “ and “ this was when I was your age and was photographed with my cousins during a birthday party,” she furthered. I took a close look, and looked closer and closer, stuck by awe. After moments of close investigation into the photograph, I questioned, “You are my grandmother and you couldn’t  be small as I am, right? Aren’t all grandmas supposed be all grown up with silver hair and glasses ?” 
 
She bursted into laughter, gave me a tight hug and said, “ Back then, I had a grown up grandma too.” 
 
And like always, I was convinced by what she said, even if that kept me wondering “how” for a jiffy.
 
Back then, those thoughts were plain and simple, not silly. They are timeless memories capable of making me smile every time I remember them.
 
As evening neared, I was unwillingly into winding up the date with self to fix dinner and zeroed on trying a new recipe. I started to prepare and wondered, what if I end up cooking a not-so-tasty new meal tonight, would I judge my own cooking skills or simply say ,”nice try ” to myself.