MOM = LOVE
My mother is a poem I’ll never be able to write, though everything I write is a poem to my mother. My mom, the woman who is always there for me, is as warm as a June afternoon, as inspiring as a mountain view and if anyone tries to contest her, she can be as fierce as a hurricane. As I grew up, she taught me a lot of special things. She showed me how to be a lady: to apply lipstick, to carry myself with grace, to adorn myself with beautiful clothing and best of all how to be grateful. She showed me what it means to be compassionate and fierce in life. Without her I would be a total mess. Ma made me realize that home really is where the heart is, and that I can always find strength at my roots. My mom is the most beautiful, gracious and smartest woman I know. I am her biggest fan. She has forgiven me so many times. I never understand why but am very grateful for it. I love talking to her. She has been a big supporter of all my phases of life from tom-boyish to i-wanna-go-save-the-world to girly girl to now-i-am-a-grown-up phase and all that comes in between. The truth is even if she weren’t my mom, I would go out of my way to be friends with her.
One of my most favorite times with my mom, was during my wedding and the days leading up to that. I became friends with my mom and fell in love with her all over again. From endless shopping trips to laughing out loud in public to sharing secrets and gossips… it was the best of times. We loved all the love along with all the drama. She was the true wedding planner. I love our mother-daughter relationship (which wasn’t always the case with my moodiness). I truly cherish this wonderful friendship that has helped me to see my mum not just as my mother but as the talented woman she is. The hand that rocked my cradle surely rules my world.
Ever since I married into the Thakkar family, I have been lucky to devour the love and care of two moms. My mom-in-law is the kindest one of all. She has a lot of love to give and she likes to express it by sending me yummy presents every month. Did I mention she is an excellent cook!? *Counting my blessings*
The warm love and nurturing kindness of mothers: the women who were there to hug us when we were scared, to wipe away our tears when we scraped our knees, and to hold our hands on the first day of school. How do you thank them??? I don’t know the correct answer, but all I can say to my mom is ‘I love you’.
Here’s wishing the happiest Mother’s day to all the mommys out there.