Ente Amma ( My Mom)
Jun 16 2008 | Views 102 |
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She dedicated her whole life for me. From the day I came to this world till date, she has loved me with all her heart. Many a time, I had thought of putting my thoughts about my mom on a piece of paper. But it didn’t materialize till now. Somehow I was afraid to put it. Don’t know why I was not able to do it.
Before writing further, let me talk to her and check everything is okay with her.
“Yes child “the sweet voice answered the phone. I was overwhelmed by happiness. I asked her about provision, phone connection and I kept the phone.
How could I write about my mom in this paper? Will this paper be enough? Even if I write 100 pages, will I be able to put all that what I feel towards her. Even if I write will it contain all the emotions which I wanted to convey. No, Never.
Only when I became a mother I realized motherhood fully. My little one in my hand I thought about my mother. Who care me as much as I care for my little one. I realized the depth of her love. I apologized to her many times for the pain which I have given her in all these years. She had cried because of me a couple of times. I hate myself when I thought about that.
Now there is no use in thinking about all that. I can’t change it. It is past. What I can do is love her more and make her feel good. I again did a phone call. This time I talked to her for more time and asked her did she need anything which I can buy for her. She replied “I don’t want anything “. I forced her. Nothing came from her. Oh my. You are so lovely.
She was anxious to know how my day is today and how is my work load. I told I am loaded her. Her voice changed. She was worried. I comforted her that it is manageable and I am winding it up and I will be home soon. I asked about my little one. She was explaining about my daughter as if she is talking about her own child. Yeah, she considers my daughter as hers only. And my daughter in turn calls her grand mother as “amma” only. Tears of joy is flowing my eyes. Joy, happiness, satisfaction, love and what all names we can give to this motherhood feeling. I don’t know.
I am closing my pen and am going to fly to my home, where my mother and my child is waiting for me. I have two roles to play there - a Mother and a Child.
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