She’s petite but packs a punch,
...she’s silent but her voice holds you,
...she’s my mum,
....strong, silent and rock solid.
A lioness she is, and all of us draw immense strength from her. You can see it in her eyes, in her tender hugs, in her caring gestures....a love that simply is enough.
I discovered my mum late ....but not too late....I discovered that love that only moms and daughters know.
It’s a friendship that continually seems to grow, despite reaching points when each is frustrated with the other. You get used to it...the changing styles of her hair, sense of dress, her life choices and yours....you are as much a part of it, as is she.....each of us influencing and yet appearing to be completely different people. Yet, we derive joy from each other, from knowing that the other is there, to care, to understand, to lend an ear or hold the hand and to celebrate memories that we share. To pass on what we learnt and experienced.
Mums are expected to always be there, to be able to drop what they do and pick up from where you left off...to answer my questions, to listen to my “small talk”, to say I am “the best” even if I am not...to be there when I climb the walls....even to be there, when I don’t feel like talking.... to somehow understand.....and most importantly NEVER expect me to reciprocate any of this....
Today I know...cos I am a mother too and I wished I had cared more, listened more....shown more to her......even though I know she understood ....I know its still, not late for me ....so I want her to know
....She is my "anchor" to this life -
The "rock", that I cling to
The place, where I can turn when, nowhere else would do.
To some LOVE is just a word...to me it is a whole galaxy of feelings.
Its a feeling I get every time I look into your eyes, a feeling I get when I realize you are MY Mum...a mother who loves, shares, inspires unconditionally. That to me is love... a mother’s love one that can only be felt.
You Mee have returned that love time and time again...many times in immeasurable terms
...many times in intangible ways
...nevertheless you did
Thank-you Ma,
Thank-you for being there, when I needed you most,
For being my rock, when I should have been, YOURS.
Thank-you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself,
For being the one person I could trust,
No matter what, no matter where
But most of all, thank you for being you
MY MOM
A mom I am so proud to claim, as MINE....I love you.
We're daughters and mothers, blessed with a love we receive and pass on
...a precious heirloom
...a spiritual cardigan that keeps us warm
....I treasure what you have given me
...and hopefully one day, when the role gets reversed, will pass it on and yet get back, what I need the most
....Your love
.....Happy Birthday Mee !!
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