It is the Special Day for the cook , the maid , the laundry lady ; for the paramedic , the plumber, the chauffeur, the electrician and the carpenter . It's also the same Day for the counsellor , the tutor and the accountant . It is the day for the Dictator and the Devil's Advocate.
It is called Mother's Day !!
Mothers get snapped at , yelled at and blamed ; they also get loved and hugged and thanked in the heart a million times a day. I have felt all these feelings for my mother and now in a reversal of roles I have learned and earned all the above. The saddest lives are those who have not got Mother's love because their mothers are no longer there but even more miserable are those who have misread or rejected this Love.
Upon my mother's death I often wondered whether I had done enough for her. I was confused by thoughts of whether I had shown in small ways how deeply I loved her , how much she mattered to me each day . I kept thinking of the million ways I could have made her happier while she lived . Then one day, while I was still blaming myself for my inadequacies , I realised that she never really bothered about it . She loved me with her whole her heart and her whole being. Just loving me was her joy ,her whole purpose and how I returned the love or whether I returned it all , mattered not a whit to her.
A Mother's love is so deep , so unconditional and totally all- encompassing . The Love is so strong and so divine that it reaches out from beyond the grave and protects us . I was not an ideal daughter nor was my mother without flaws and weaknesses .It actually made her more lovable for I loved her "warts and all" . Those moments when she was quick to find fault because she had had a tough over-worked day , when she yelled at me as to what an ungrateful wretch I was when I made her that angry with my actions . Those words may have dropped from her lips but they never came from her heart . That heart which said each moment : "I can bear any pain in the world but I cannot bear a single drop of tear fall from your eyes."
Mothers are flawed because they are human but they carry in them that Divine spark that lights up our lives.
So where does that leave the Fathers? Are they to be relegated to the guys who merely brings home the pay packet . Fathers are actually the silent ones who do everything and seldom take credit. They do not indulge in drama and hyperbole but they have the same love that mothers have. Their drawback is because they have not physically carried one in the womb, we forget they carry us in their heart and in their soul.
All great thinkers and philosophers have placed both Mother and Father above God for that is where they should be , right above The One . He certainly drew up a mighty tough contract with them for your care . When they die , they leave behind so much of them in us that deny as we might , we do see them in us : in every nuance , in every thought, in every action - through the day !
In loving them we say the highest Prayer.
Back on Monday !
