The Special Person

When you come to know that someone’s first thought of the day is you, it overwhelms you. It astonishes you. You don’t know what you have done to deserve such attention; and it makes you feel extremely special and loved. That someone, is always willing to take your calls – so much so that they will set aside whatever they’re doing, just to talk to you for 5 minutes.  Rarely does it happen that they miss a call from you; and if it happens, they will promptly call back as soon as they get the time.The person  is always there for you; who can find a solution to all your problems. Someone who loves you so much, that it gets annoying, because they are worried about your well being all the time. It is a very gratifying feeling to have such a special person in one's life.

This special person is my mother. 

In the process of growing up, we forget about our parents. I assume that this is especially tough for a mother whose life has always revolved around her children. Suddenly her children have new interests, new friends, maybe even new people they love. In the midst of all this, we may just forget how unconditionally a mother loves. You don’t talk to her for days (which never happens in my case) – and the next time you call, her first question would be about your well being. My mother drives me insane sometimes with the amount of questions she asks: What did you have for breakfast? When did you sleep last night? Are you taking care of yourself? Is everything alright or is there something you want to share? Mind you, these are asked on a daily basis. I have to answer such questions repeatedly, everyday; and it irritates me to no end. More often than not, to each question I give a sarcastic answer – which doesn’t answer her question at all. Yet, she never fails to ask these questions, every single day.. in the hope of getting a proper answer someday, maybe?

My mother is my friend, and I like to think that I am hers. We gossip, we share our views (which means that I try to impose my views on her!), we support each other, and sometimes, we also fight. This is when I have to remind myself of the things she does for me as a mother – and as her child I should be respectful and loving towards her; and that she is always there for me does not mean that I can take her for granted. 

My mother holds multiple roles in my life – but perhaps the most important one is of her role as the person I can depend on, forever. I don’t know if there is a word to describe such a person, but if there is, she is the perfect example for that. 

Once, I asked her, to define what happiness is to her.  She simply stated: ‘The happiness of my two daughters.’ That one sentence sums up the important position we hold in her life; and I hope we are able to make her happy! 

Happy Mother’s Day, Ma. Continue to be the strong woman that you are!