| May 12th, 2007

My Mother is the best; and here is why…

 

8 Responses to “My Mother is the best; and here is why…”

  1. Shahnaz says:

    My mother is the best:) because she taught me how to be strong, how to be caring, how to be a dreamer, how to be a maker…she spoiled me to the bone, she disciplned me to the core, she showed me there are more shades of life then merely black and white, she shared how painful it is to grow old, yet to think like a child… she made mistakes so i could learn, she sowed the seed of love in me that make me grow each day:), she is always there even when I least expect, she told me to be human and not perfect:)

    dedicate this day to my strong beautiful mother Jotsna, who gave me birth, to my bhabi Leena who embraced us like a mother and to my sister Rima, who at 40 postponed her carefree life :) and adopted two kids so they could have a mother :)

    and to the women who are mother, who crave to be a mother and love like a mother – may all our love brings us together.

    ~

  2. Ruhana says:

    You can probably never write enough about mothers…why is my mother special? I don’t know if God has given me enough time in a lifetime, enough appreciation, enough ability to understand and treasure the mother He was bountiful in giving me.
    My mother is the sort of non traditional mother whom I’ll always look up to. She is fiercely independent, forward thinking and unfailingly just. She has always instilled in me the importance of telling the truth as it is and not hiding or embellishing it – not for social norms, not for husbands or families, not for the easy option out. She has taught me to stand up for myself and not let anyone dictate my life or choices for me. She has always given me courage and has never hesitated to chide me when she felt I needed it. She gives me unconditional love but expects me to be deserving of it. She is the strongest woman I know, with the kindest heart. Hers is the face sweetest to me and I am the lucky woman who calls her Ma.

  3. Phantom says:

    Ruhana,
    Refyr #3-”You can probably never write enough about mothers…why is my mother special? I don’t know if God has given me enough time in a lifetime, enough appreciation, enough ability to understand and treasure the mother He was bountiful in giving me.”– Very well worded thoughts-
    Here is a story to confirm how Mothers are so special:-
    After 21 years of marriage, my wife wanted me to take another woman out to dinner and a movie.

    She said I love you but I know this other woman loves you and would love to spend some time with you.

    The other woman that my wife w anted me to visit was my MOTHER, who has been a widow for 19 years, but the demands of my work and my three children had made it possible to visit her only occasionally.

    That night I called to invite her to go out for dinner and a movie.

    “What’s wrong, are you well,” she asked? My mother is the type of woman who suspects that a late night call or a sur prise invitation is a sign of bad news.

    “I thought that it would be pleasant to be with you,” I responded. ” Just the two of us.”

    She thought about it for a moment, and then said, ” I would like that very much.”

    That Friday after work, as I drove over to pick her up I was a bit nervous. When I arrived at her house, I noticed t hat she, too, seemed to be nervous about our date. She waited in the door with her coat on. She had curled her hair and was wearing the dress that she had worn to celebrate her last wedding anniversary.

    She smiled from a face that was as radiant as an angel’s.

    “I told my friends that I was going to go out with my son, and they were impressed, “she said, as she got into the car. “They can’t wait to hear about our meeting”.

    We went to a restaurant that, although not elegant, was very nice and cozy. My mother took my arm as if she were the First Lady. After we sat down,
    I had to read the menu. Large print. Half way through the entries, I lifted my eyes and saw Mom sitting there staring at me. A nostalgic smile was on her lips.

    “It was I who used to have to read the menu when you were small,” she said.

    “Then it’s time that you relax and let me return the favor,” I responded.

    During the dinner, we had an agreeable conversation – nothing extraordinary, but catching up on recent events of each other’s life. We talked so much that we missed the movie.

    As we arrived at her house later, she said, “I’ll go out with you again, but only if you let me invite you.” I agreed.

    “How was your dinner date ?” asked my wife when I got home. “Very nice. Much more so than I could have imagined,” I answered

    A few days later, my mother died of a massive heart attack. It happened so suddenly that I did to do anything for her.

    Some time later, I received an envelope with a copy of a restaurant receipt from the same place mother and I had dined.

    An attached note said: “I paid this bill in advance. I wasn’t sure that I could be there; but nevertheless, I paid for two plates – one for you and the other for your wife. You will never know what that night meant for me. I love you, son.”

    At that moment, I understood the importance of saying in time: ” I LOVE YOU!” and to give our loved ones the time that they deserve.

    Nothing in life is more important than God and your family. Give them the time they deserve, because these things cannot be put off till “some other time.”

    Hope you all will agree and do the needful.

  4. mithila says:

    dear phantom,
    your story was very touching. If you don’t mind, can I ask if it was your story or who wrote it?
    I lost my father at an early age. My mother is all I have. She is old, I was born when she was over 40.. Now I live so away from her, I always remember how I misbehaved on some occasions. How I never took her to one afternoon out that she wanted. I wish my “ma” lives long so that I get a chance to do things for her that I want to do.

  5. Phantom says:

    Mithila,
    This is a very touching story and therefore posted it- this was emailed to me by a French lady friend who was with me in UN Refugee operation in Africa.
    Most children and I am sure I too, must have given my parents a tough time inspite of the fact I loved them too–thats natural.I am confident they also loved me.
    Living far shouldn’t stop you from making yr “Ma” happy- try speaking to her on phones-this is very important for old Mothers –they Love to hear the voice of their children- AND you can reconfirm yr Love for her-send her gifts she likes through friends/relatives and best of all Pray to God for her-God listens to the prayers of the parents for children and Vice versa.Finally if it is possible make a trip home and this time do what you wanted to do.
    Best wishes and have a pleasant stay abroad.

  6. Nafis Hasan says:

    MY MUMMY BESTEST!!! u know why…because she hyperventilates anytime she hears me saying “But……”….:D:D….she is just so over-protective…:D…ok ok you guys dont have to pick on me..i understand her situation…ahem ahem…anyways…well… my mum is constantly badgering me to quit smoking which I cant!!!! and I am leaving for USA in 2 months time…and she keeps on giving me this weird look which says “You are going away from me, wont u quit smoking and keep my words?” She is also very concerned about me falling for white chicks…talk abt that….:D…

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