Mother’s Day or Mothering Sunday is celebrated on the second Sunday of May in the western world. In many countries, it is also celebrated as a festival.
When people come into the world, the earliest and possibly most fascinating bond of attachment is that between the baby and the mother. The child’s relationship with the mother is linked before he or she comes into the world. When a child learns to speak, the first real word that often emerges is a form of “mother. When a mother hears herself called “mother” for the first time, it is sweeter than molasses and honey. According to Sanskrit, ‘Mother’ and ‘Mother Earth’ are also said to be greater than Heaven. The completeness of any woman is her mother.
Whatever we are today, we are thanks to our mother who gave birth, along with her life, dragged, saved and made life worthy. What words better describe a mother than: happiness, tears, cheerfulness, restlessness and torment. It is said that there is no place for worship is greater than the mother. While passing through different stages of life, we never see a lack of mother’s affection particularly in the early years of childhood and youth. But children often grow up and forget their mother’s love in life’s race and she becomes an old piece of furniture in the house. Many parents have to go to old-age homes without living in their dream home.
But let me tell you about my mother. After I lost my dad, my mother stood up and took care of us. I miss him. My dad always wanted to move to Canada so that he could provide better education and a better life for his kids. When he finally got his landed immigrant papers after waiting for eleven years, he sent us a letter that he was coming to visit us, and that all of us will be moving to Canada.
That day would never come; sadly, my father did not live to see his family together, as he suffered a fatal heart attack before his departure.
After my dad died, my mother sacrificed all her life to take care of us. I have four sisters and one brother; my mother did everything for us to give us the better life. When I think about my mother and our relationship, I always end up focusing on all the sacrifices she has made for me and is still making. This woman has spent her 78 years of her life working tirelessly to make sure that I have the best quality of life that she can provide me.
I only realized how difficult it is to manage this balancing act between quality and quantity of life after I moved out on my own after getting married. I have a new respect for my mother. She has given up so much without expecting anything in return beyond me being happy.
I wish it would not have taken me so long to be able to realize how incredible my mom and her years of sacrifice are, but I guess it is better late than never.
I know that I can never repay everything she has done for me, but I will be forever grateful that I am lucky enough to call her “mom.” Happy Mother’s Day.
