Mom is the word

As typical of me, I forget important dates. So this Sunday wasn’t any different. My momma called up and demanded, “Wish me!” Confused, I probed further. “Today is Mother’s Day,” she clarified. Obviously, she left me with no choice. It’s not that I don’t love her; every day of my life is hers, then why one particular day?
When I was young she was one person I could die for. Her approval was mandatory in my life. Whatever I did, she had to be informed. That time, there was a fear factor too which stemmed from my intent to impress her. My whole world that time depended on one nod of approval from her. She was the one who never forced me to go to school. Rather, my “not going to school today” comment was never contended and unlike others she never asked the reason. If I didn’t feel like doing something she never forced and later that became my personality trait. You just can’t force me to do something I don’t like! Bunking days were thoroughly enjoyed by both of us. We even played cricket together where she was the bowler all the time, without a single hint of complaint.
In my teenage times, she was my style guru who did my wardrobe from the colour to wear to the jewellery to adorn. She knew my exact measurements and got my clothes stitched while I was too reluctant to visit the family tailor. She was my hairstylist and vehemently fought many battles with the hairdresser to give me that perfect look. I was the most beautiful star in her orbit and home grooming sessions were conducted to make me look so. Needless to say, like every mother to whom her child is the best. There were moments when competition did strike between us because she had me young. Quite naturally, she looked like my elder sister when I wanted to her to fit the role of my mother. She toned down her styling to please me and erase the passing comments that made me feel older. She entertained my guy friends and cooked delicious meals at home (something she continues to do even today). She held my secret close to heart and didn’t even pass it on to her better half (my dad) till the time I asked her to. It went to the extent that I showed her the very first love letter written to me in college. She laughed and looked extremely pleased of the attention I could manage from the opposite sex.
Now, the time has changed and so has our relationship. She is more the friend who supports me in good and not so good times, like only a mother can. She is my strongest pillar when I need support to lean on. So much so that she is ready to fight for me because she says and I quote, “I know my daughter and she can do no wrong because my upbringing wasn’t wrong.” She is proud of me and doesn’t hesitate to show her affection in public even if it embarrasses me. She still calls me “amar shona (my gold)”. She is willing to break the societal norms just for my happiness. She fights even with dad for me.
Not a day passes that she fails to speak to me, no matter which part of the world she is in. Where can you find a person who is happier than you in your happiness and sadder than you in your pains? So can one day do justice to this very special person?
Yet, just for the records, here’s wishing Mumma “Happy Mother’s Day!”


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