I am now a mom to two kids myself. But no matter how old I am I will always be a little girl to my mom. No matter how old I am, I will always be a mamma's girl. As a kid I was always running around my mom.
As I grew up I became less clingy and more distant from my mom. I felt that she had stopped understanding me. Never did I know that it was me growing up and not understanding that my mom loved me.
As I teenaged, I became rebellious. I decided that doing everything against what my mom said is the best for me. I fought with her over everything and nothing. But little did I know then that it was to satisfy myself about my victories with my mom over arguments that no one else would have accepted.
As time went by and as I moved into adulthood, I did realise that friends move on and new jobs tend to sick life out of you, colleagues are more of back stabbers than friends, climbing the official ladder was more important than being honest.
Just when life fucked me through did I realise the only that doesn't change is home. Along with my mom was always there, waiting for me to come back to her. Then came marriage and a family life. And that's when the meaning of sharing with mom actually started to be comprehended by me. She was my go to person, she was my pillar of support. She stayed by me through my difficult pregnancy, through my labour and through the initial days of child care. While I was a toddler, she had cleaned my poop and puke.
As I grew up, no matter how much I wanted to be independent, she still washed my clothes. Just when I thought I would never have to make her do any more for me, she was there by my side after my c-section, helping me pee and poop for the first time after removing the catheter. She even cleaned after all the blood stains I made and picked up my used sanitary pads that I left in the bathroom. She was the most trusted babysitter for my children whenever I needed some me time, she was call to person when I was in some dilemma. She was the one who always encouraged me to go back to work after I had kids.
She still pushes me to keep moving ahead in life. She is my mom, my best friend and best babysitter ever! All this and more, I can't say how grateful I am for her in my life. I must have been blessed to have a mom like her. No thank you can ever make up for all her pain and troubles.
I would like to thank Isha Sharma for introducing me. Do check out her blog to see what's her take on life this week. I would like to introduce my old friend Mahati Ramya to this blog train. Do check out her blog.