A MOTHER ABOUT HER SON....................
I became complete and my motherhood got the invincible definition in Toto as soon as my eardrums got the announcement of the sweetest cry and the heartiest laughter in the maternity ward ..........
the 9-month of inscrutable and agonising pain shaped into the loveliest baby, as perceived by every mother; and my son made his announcement heard to sundry and motley. the joys knew no boundary and expressions to emotions became scarce in quantity but not in quality.
"what's in the name?"-that's what Shakespeare said, let the context and epoch vary but the essence is still as fragrant as the first rose of the spring, as fresh as the first dew on the mountains and as scintillating as the first drop of rain trickling down the new leaves of young saplings. my baby might have been called by a multitude' of names and adjectival but what made the distinction with the soul of a mother was that I was always able to identify the apple of eyes with all the innovative nouns.
I might not be as sophisticated and urbane as other modern and educated mothers are of today, but still i can take pride of the fact that i produced a son who became a human being rather than getting being trapped in any kind of 'ISM'.
MY HUSBAND AND HIS FATHER MADE AN EVERLASTING IMPRESSION ON HIS PERSONALITY AND THINKING PATTERN BUT THE ABLE SUPPORT HIDDEN UNDER THE INCOMPARABLE LOVE CEMENTED THAT FEELING. the pupil of my eye learnt to learn by observing and not by rotting, accept by debating than by bowing down to traditional mayhem and cultural impact, deserve first and desire at the last.
I never knew where my boy learnt the heaviest philosophies of life so early from; i never ever tried to do that although.
"LIFE IS SUM TOTAL OF ALL YOUR ACTS. YOU CAN EXPECT FROM LIFE IN RETURN WHAT YOU GIVE TO IT. EVERY ACT OF HELP WILL BE REWARDED IN APLOMB AND EACH ACT OF SIN WILL BE PUNISHED NOT IN LESSER OF AN IOTA. IF YOU GO DOING THING WHICH NOT, ATLEAST, HURT THE -FEELINGS OF OTHERS, YOU REMAIN POSITIVE AND YOU CAN ALWAYS BE HOPEFUL OF GAINING SOMEDAY, SOMEWHERE AN SOME WAY'-that's how , i feel my son has been grooming since the very first day, he started getting the things under his nerves.
Being a mother, I never expect any material gain from my children but i was overwhelmed by the "eye-moistening" acts of my son. out of fun, he started earning a bit, but the first salary of his was devoted to my saree,and his father's shawl. never ever a single anniversary or birthdays passed when he forgot to gift; he was just as apt as one can be. he knows how to win hearts and that he has been doing since time -immemorial, if it is not taken as an exaggeration.
I, being an uneducated mother,can never truly value his educational abilities yet i can read him that he is growing as a person as any mother wishes to. my son taught me that god doesn't reside in any temple or any other such sacred buildings but he says his parents are his god in particular and every person is a god in general. I can't give a miss to his quotes, which he keeps repeating:
my son always believed that a person is endowed with 7 to 8 qualities and the only thing required to be master of those qualities is to just nurture them or give them a push. his die hard approach-
"EVEN IF DEATH COMES,
BEFORE I PROVE MY WORTH,
I BET,
I SHALL KILL THE DEATH."
has evolved in him a poet, a writer, a player, a teacher, a cartoonist, a calligrapher and a slapstick comedian.
H.W.LONGFELLOW MIGHT HAVE SAID
"A THOUSANDS OF DAFFODILS ,
I SAW AT A GLANCE."
for his beloved but I can surely quote it for my dynamic son. 9he never said that he had been doing all these, but the magazines and his friends updated me of his achievements and all these unique qualities.
he is one of those kinds of son, who every mother would like to be proud of. he always believes in sharing his clothes, toys, books, and himself during examinations and many other important events, that sometimes give me goosebumps about his health but his paramountcy of dedication defeats the motherly caring attitude of mine.
"THE WOODS ARE LOVELY. DARK AND DEEP,
BUT I HAVE PROMISES MADE TO KEEP,
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP,
AND MILES TO GO BEFORE I SLEEP."
Robert Frost has gone deep down the spine of my champion son and may he be treading on the same path for ever. nobody is perfect and mother's can't find or the MOTHERS are not meant to find faults and that too in their own children. and it becomes even more impossible to see his pitfalls if others don't come with any grievances.
my son wishes to serve his motherland as like his mother and the golden 4 lines mentioned below always keep him motivated-
"IF I DIE IN THE BATTLEFIELD,
PUT MY MEDALS ON THE CHEST,
AND TELL MY MOM THAT,
I DID THE BEST,"
DEAR SON, YOU MAY NOT BE AS PROUD TO GET ME AS YOUR MOTHER AS PROUD AND ASCETIC I AM HAVING FOUND YOU AS MY SON. MAY YOU BECOME MY ONLY SON, WHENEVER I BECOME A MOTHER.