To Mama – With Love

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There is a whole verse that I read a long time ago, cannot remember the exact words now. However just one line stuck in my head and that was “God could not be everywhere and so he made mothers.” What a powerful saying and how true!!!


My mother was a working mother. When she had her weekly off, I remember running home from school and smelling the aroma of the snacks she had made, as soon as I reached the front door. When she came home from work, I used to pounce on her and check her bag for goodies and comics that used to lie there for me. When I was ill or sad, that lap of hers offered me the solace that I needed. Though she was working, I never felt neglected; she was always there for me. I was her youngest baby and like to think that I was the “most loved”.


During my turbulent teens, I thought she was my enemy, trying to discipline me through my temper tantrums. Yes I did love her, but you know I was “cool” and could not show my emotions. One day in the morning; I must have been around 15-16 years old; I was lying on the bed with my eyes closed. My mother thought I was sleeping. She came to me, ruffled my head, kissed me and said under her breath that she loved me. I knew then that this was someone who would love me however mean or terrible I was to her.


When I met the man of my dreams, my mother was happy for me. She cried so much on my wedding day. Even today, when I leave for the UAE where I live and work with my husband, I feel the terrible pangs of separation when I bid her goodbye. We cry together and I wish I never had to leave her.


Today I am far away from my mother; distance separates us but she still knows somehow when I am feeling down and she calls up. I try as best as I can to hide my emotions but never realize that this woman can see through her heart. She knows exactly when something is wrong, she can probably feel that pain in my heart ? it?s a mother?s intuition.





…God could not be everywhere and so he made mothers….


I have still not had the fortune of having a child and realizing what it is like to be a mother, but I know when I have a child of my own, I will never stumble. My mother?s ideals and love will guide me through any obstacles I may face. How can I ever be a bad mother when I had the best teacher in the whole world “My Mother” who taught my brother, sisters and me how important family was. She taught us the values of love, respect and kindness and though all of us have our own lives and families today, whenever anyone needs help, all of us are there. It is because of my parents, that in this materialistic world, our family is still intertwined with love; my parents? attitude towards their family reflects in the way we treat each other.
 
I don?t need a special day like “Mothers Day” to tell my “mama” how much I love her. I say it every other day when I speak to her over the phone.  And even if I don’t say the words, I know she knows; she is a mother after all.

Author: Rowena Aranha- UAE