As a mom blogger, would it be fair if I don’t write a post on Mother’s day?!
I could babble endlessly on how being a mother has changed my life in the most beautiful way. But, I have decided to write about someone else, to whom I owe it all.
Growing up, I was a daddy’s girl. I adored my Achan and thought the world of him. He was this perfect gentleman with a gem of a personality. I have seen immense love and respect in the eyes of everyone who talked to him. People adored him. But, of all the good things, my favorite character in Achan was the easiness in the way he handled everything. Every time we came across any issue, Achan had managed it in a very calm way. He always said something like, ‘That’s alright.’, ‘Take it easy. Things will be OK.’, ‘No worries.’ He was so cool and I wanted to be just like him.
But, my Amma! She is quite the opposite of Achan. She was and still is a very sensitive person who frets about the tiniest things; but also someone who didn’t enjoy much attention on her. Let me tell you a simple scenario to understand things better. Achan was an ex-pat who had been working in Dubai. When Achan’s home, a lot of people would visit him almost every day. You know how much fuzz mothers make when guests are coming around. There would be a lot of yelling! She wanted the house to look perfectly clean, almost like nobody lives there. She would cook this amazing, elaborate feast just as good as in any high-end restaurant. Everything will be perfect.
Finally, when the guests were there, my mother would become very calm. She talked to them much politely, making us seriously doubt if she had multiple personalities. While all the attention was on Achan, Amma spent most of the time arranging things in the kitchen or dining room, and made occasional appearances for small talk and to serve food. I always thought amma as a shy and timid person. Achan was the confident one who handled everything. At least, that’s what I thought.
It took me some time(well, years!) to realize that the reason for all that confidence that Achan had was Amma. He was calm when the guests came because he knew that Amma would have arranged everything perfectly, and he just had to steer them through it. He always said ‘Things will be OK’ because he knew even if things mess up, Amma would somehow make it right. Even during the last days of his life, I haven’t heard him worrying much about how we would handle things in his absence, because he knew Amma is still there to make everything OK.
When I was young, I thought I was a lot like Achan. I was not someone who worried about silly things. But, genetics is no joke, my dear friend. It’s only after marriage, I realized that I am a true reflection of my Amma. I am a perfectionist(if I may say so myself), just like Amma. When it comes to my family, especially my son, I am a total fusspot. And Oh, mine! The fuss I make when guests are coming over! Frankly, I think amma was much better!
I have come to realize that it’s not just in looks that I am photocopy of my Amma. But, I am her in every possible way, and can’t be more thankful for that. She has taught and inspired me so much that if I am half the mother she is, I am doing great. She has been there caring and encouraging me, through all the ups and downs in my life, no matter what. I have seen her heartbroken when we lost Achan, but she fought back the tears to do whatever she could to offer us what we are today. I am so grateful to have her in my life, far more grateful than I can ever express. I am what I am because of her, and I owe it all to My Amma.
When I was a kid, I used to make these handmade cards for Amma on Mother’s Day. I have seen all those cards safely kept inside a shelf in her room until they were ruined during the disastrous Kerala floods. Now that I have a blog, I thought it would be a nice little surprise to share a wish for her here where no flood can take it away 🙂
Happy Mother’s Day, Amma! I love you!
Also, wishing a beautiful mother’s day to all the wonderful mothers out there!
I am someone who appreciates these special days. Surely, we don’t need a particular day to understand the value of one’s mother, or to let someone know how much we love them. But, in this busy world where it’s easy to get caught up in work and other responsibilities, sometimes it is good to have such a day to remind ourselves about the things that really matter. Isn’t it?
Let me know your thoughts on ‘Mother’s Day’ in the comment section; also any interesting stories you have to share about your mother. Thank you!