Mom - I Love You
My dearest mother – my bond with you is so unique and special that no one will ever be able to replicate it or replace it. I am a part of you, similar yet so different. You endured much pain and discomfort to bring me into this world, yet you call me your greatest joy. We have our differences from time to time, we are separate individuals after all – different thought processes and different outlooks. Yet it all comes and converges to form a kind of a collective consciousness when the need arises. We stand together as one to face any crisis that might threaten to disturb our worlds, our family.
As a child, my earliest memories are of you singing to me while you went about doing all your household chores. I used to toddle around trying to copy your actions and you held my hand and taught me how to do little tasks. Your stories were another precious gift; some from your childhood and some that you made up especially for me. To a child these stories were fun and entertaining and yet, each one had a moral. These were your first lessons to me about life and self; lessons that made up a big part of my foundation, and were the first steps towards building my own persona. As I grew older the lessons changed in tone and content and further built my character and helped me through various situations throughout my life.
The teenage years were rough for both of us. I was in the rebellious phase and you and Dad were at your wits’ end on how to handle me. Our bond was tested to the limits and tempers were on a high more often than not. However, as defiant as I was, I never breached your trust, because ultimately I was your daughter. Cutting off my waist length hair to a short, boyish style was the worst thing I did, I think!
As I became an adult and my thoughts matured, we gradually became the best of friends. I think I actually saw Dad breathe a sigh of relief! I shared my trials and tribulations of college and work life and depended on your unbiased opinions countless times. You included me in discussions and shared your problems and we held hands and solved them together. When I fell in love, I told you first, dear Mom. And you managed to get Dad to gradually accept the other man in my life besides him. I could see the tears in your eyes when I got married, even though you tried your best to hide them. The best gift I received then was another Mom.
And now, I am on the verge of beginning a journey similar to that of you and me. Give me your blessings so that I can weave a similar story with my child. I hope he or she can be as strong and beautiful as you. Mom – I love you.