Mother's Day - From a Mother's Point of View
Mother's Day - From a Mother's Point of View3 mins 266 3 mins 266
I had never seen a new born baby till I had my own first baby. The feeling was awesome. It was like a miracle, something like magic. Even though there were nine months to prepare, the feeling on holding one’s own flesh and blood is indescribable. So sweet, so worrisome, so good.
This event had made me a mother, a responsible person for another being’s whole life; it was so exciting, so different from anything that I had ever experienced before in my life. I was scared, and tense. What if I dropped her? What if I did not know how to treat her? The fears were real. Nature is awesome. It teaches. And I also learnt to be a nice mother, not a nervous one. In a short while I began wondering what I had done with my life and time before she was born. She became the centre of my world, my universe. My love, the focus of my life.
I rejoiced when she first held her head independently, when she followed me with her eyes, when she started ‘talking’ to me.
Her first roll over, her first step, her first word are all etched in my memory. The milestones of my life. She is the extension of me, a part of me, my flesh and blood. How can anyone forget this?
My baby daughter stuck to me like a leech. Though I lost my temper at times, it was a nice feeling. I was the centre of her world also. She looked up to me, depended on me for her food, care, her daily needs. Such an important assignment God has given me.
When she was three she began schooling. The separation was unbearable. I do not know who cried more, she or me. I was worried she may fall, she may need me, she may be hungry or thirsty, whether her teacher or class mates troubled her… the worries were endless. She grew up and when she went to college, another set of worries troubled me. A beautiful girl, innocent and sweet can be a target for so many wolves, in sheep’s clothing or otherwise. And when she became a full-fledged engineer my joys knew no bounds. Her job took her far away from me and I was tense again though I knew she could take care of herself, that I had taught her to be bold and independent.
And then came a time, an unforgettable one which all mothers like and also dread. Her marriage. Would her husband be good to her, would she be happy, such thoughts tormented me though the chosen one is a good person. She became a mother and I relived my motherhood through her. Her children, my grandchildren, became my children all over again. Today as my granddaughter stands on the threshold of life, the circle has begun again. She will graduate, become a working person, get married, have her own children and if I am around to see this, I will relive my motherhood through her again.
Motherhood is a continuous process, a delightful experience riddled with troubles and worries but the joy of motherhood overcome all this and we mothers become complete only through motherhood. God has given us this privilege.