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MOMMY DEAREST


I wasn’t really the favorite child and rightly so because I wasn’t docile or obedient. I’d like to believe I was unconventional, for various reasons. And it was in such troubled times that I found a confidant within my family.
I cannot say how or why she had so much faith in me. She was always much forward of her times and so stood by me through thick and thin. Mom never thought I was being unreasonable or demanding.
I am sure many of us consider our mothers as very special people who are a very important part of our lives. But it is a whole other thing to establish trust. I would say my mother had me trapped. She believed me so much that I could not dream of letting her down.  Before I made any decisions I would first thing think about how she would react to it. So while making me independent she made me responsible too.
After having my sis, when Mom was in the family way after 8 years she badly wanted a boy. Maybe that’s why I am a little tomboyish. It could be because we travelled through many a tough time together that we got so close. She has been the best friend I ever had and i can say with conviction I will never find anyone like her. She is not only a great mother but my idol in life.
After having had more than a fair share of troubles, the strength and positivity that my Mom possesses is simply wonderful.  Finding a positive aspect in the most undesirable situation, never giving up hope even when there is not a visible chance left, are second nature to this amazing women. And I feel that God has no choice but listen to the lady. I look up to her for her resolution. Her sense of timing and foresight amaze me. Had she had an opportunity to work she would have, without a doubt made a difference to everyone around her.
It is mum’s dream to make me live out her dream. Her passion undaunted. She sees her life in mine. To be there for her and do her proud is my purpose.   

Comments

Justin Paul said…
That was like a beautifully drawn character sketch...thats how a mom should be and yes,auntie for sure is one....loved the narrative style and the usage "After having my sis, when Mom was in the family way after 8 years she badly wanted a boy. Maybe that’s why I am a little tomboyish" and "She sees her life in me". I always felt that there is a writer in you for sure and i think this is the right time for you to think about it seriously...
Good Job Amy, i am so proud of you...

P.S: If auntie is in town,i would like to pay a visit
Unknown said…
Hey Suri those are such nice things to say. and ya thanks for believing all that about me! check your facebook messages also! :)
Divya said…
Wow..I love what you've written. Beautiful..
m@dz said…
way to go gal!!!
jay said…
"GOD couldn't be everywhere at the same time so he made MOTHERS!!

How true!
Unknown said…
@Divya and Madz: Thanks Guys

@ Athai: That is so true! Couldn't agree more

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