As I returned to work after a hiatus I realized there is nothing more therapeutic than work…nobody realizes the importance of work when they are working, its only after a long gap that u realize how imperative it is…..Anyways let me not digress as I want to share my thoughts on the Trials & Tribulations of Motherhood & Losing My Mother.
I read somewhere that being a full-time mother is among the highest salaried jobs in any sphere as the payment is pure love…My son is now 14 months old…an impressionable age. From the day he was born I was inundated by a spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions….if I might borrow the phrase. I’m sure every mother will agree that when you see your baby for the first time it’s an indescribable feeling. When you give birth to a tiny being it’s almost akin to a miracle. The emotions, the feelings are spontaneous & there is an irresistible urge to shield your child from the dangerous world.
As you watch your baby grow up & blossom, it’s another phase altogether. I read this quote that being a mother is learning all about strengths you didn’t know you had and simultaneously dealing with fears you didn’t know existed. Yes, there are hidden, unmentioned fears. The worst fear is if you are doing everything you should for your child. In hindsight I realize it’s not possible to do everything right. We are humans, prone to mistakes. Obviously we want to give the best to our baby & we do but we should realize that we will make mistakes along the way too…it’s the best way to learn after all.
Let me begin my tribute to my Mother with a quote from Eliza Cook.
I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
Barely a month after my son was born my mother passed away. Dealing with the birth of my son, the sincere advice of my so-called well-wishers & facing the fact that my mother was afflicted with an incurable illness was devastating, crippling almost.
I realized there was one thing I would have to deal with, a thought which is aptly stated by Francis Thompson: the initial desolation and terror of realizing that your mother can lose you or you her and your subsequent abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
I will not bore people with mundane details on how much I loved my mother…the first thought which will come to your mind is…we all do! Yes, I loved her…love her a lot. It’s only after she passed away that I realized her true worth…the caring, unconditional loving & affection which was so easily & effortlessly bestowed on me & my sister. Rachel Wolchin aptly enunciates that we should Call our mother & tell her you love her. After all, you're the lone person who realizes what her heart sounds like from the inside…
As I watch my son grow up, observe his funny & sometimes silly antics there are times I wish my mother was there to share these special moments with me. No one can replace your mother because She’s Special….I realized how special she is only when she was not there anymore, unfortunately.
The best part of becoming a mother is when you realize that a mother’s heart conceals a deep abyss at the floor of which you will find forgiveness for eternity.
I didn’t realize the sacrifices my mother had made, what she had actually done to bring us up the way she did until I’m actually faced with these challenges on my own. Dealing with a precocious, energetic & extremely naughty child…I wonder at times am I doing this perfectly…would my mother have done it in any other way.
To end my tribute to my mother & my account of the trials & tribulations of Motherhood this citation by Margaret Culkin Banninghin is quite apt. She states that a mother is someone who never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn’t take them along…
I read somewhere that being a full-time mother is among the highest salaried jobs in any sphere as the payment is pure love…My son is now 14 months old…an impressionable age. From the day he was born I was inundated by a spontaneous overflow of powerful emotions….if I might borrow the phrase. I’m sure every mother will agree that when you see your baby for the first time it’s an indescribable feeling. When you give birth to a tiny being it’s almost akin to a miracle. The emotions, the feelings are spontaneous & there is an irresistible urge to shield your child from the dangerous world.
As you watch your baby grow up & blossom, it’s another phase altogether. I read this quote that being a mother is learning all about strengths you didn’t know you had and simultaneously dealing with fears you didn’t know existed. Yes, there are hidden, unmentioned fears. The worst fear is if you are doing everything you should for your child. In hindsight I realize it’s not possible to do everything right. We are humans, prone to mistakes. Obviously we want to give the best to our baby & we do but we should realize that we will make mistakes along the way too…it’s the best way to learn after all.
Let me begin my tribute to my Mother with a quote from Eliza Cook.
I miss thee, my Mother! Thy image is still
The deepest impressed on my heart.
Barely a month after my son was born my mother passed away. Dealing with the birth of my son, the sincere advice of my so-called well-wishers & facing the fact that my mother was afflicted with an incurable illness was devastating, crippling almost.
I realized there was one thing I would have to deal with, a thought which is aptly stated by Francis Thompson: the initial desolation and terror of realizing that your mother can lose you or you her and your subsequent abysmal loneliness and helplessness without her.
I will not bore people with mundane details on how much I loved my mother…the first thought which will come to your mind is…we all do! Yes, I loved her…love her a lot. It’s only after she passed away that I realized her true worth…the caring, unconditional loving & affection which was so easily & effortlessly bestowed on me & my sister. Rachel Wolchin aptly enunciates that we should Call our mother & tell her you love her. After all, you're the lone person who realizes what her heart sounds like from the inside…
As I watch my son grow up, observe his funny & sometimes silly antics there are times I wish my mother was there to share these special moments with me. No one can replace your mother because She’s Special….I realized how special she is only when she was not there anymore, unfortunately.
The best part of becoming a mother is when you realize that a mother’s heart conceals a deep abyss at the floor of which you will find forgiveness for eternity.
I didn’t realize the sacrifices my mother had made, what she had actually done to bring us up the way she did until I’m actually faced with these challenges on my own. Dealing with a precocious, energetic & extremely naughty child…I wonder at times am I doing this perfectly…would my mother have done it in any other way.
To end my tribute to my mother & my account of the trials & tribulations of Motherhood this citation by Margaret Culkin Banninghin is quite apt. She states that a mother is someone who never quite leaves her children at home, even when she doesn’t take them along…
Quite candid infused with emotions. Good penned-up!
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DeleteVery true... A mother is an irreplaceable part of our life... i don't think any other entity can take the same space... the close second will probably be our father and child... but a mother will always remain divine :)
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely Dwiti...Will always miss her but am thankful to the Almighty for my son without whom i would never have been able to deal with the loss.
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