A Letter to Mom

This post has been in the draft stage from about 2 weeks from now. But when I read this post by IHM, I had the sudden urge to complete this post. So without any delay read on..

Dear Mom,

I never imagined that I would be writing such a letter to you. As they say an idle mind is a devil’s workshop. So today, when I dint have much work in office and was wondering about what to write as a next post in my blog, I thought about you. The love, care and affection you show to us (brother and me). I know that you will never read this but I couldn’t stop myself from my writing about what I feel for you.

In my childhood and adolescent days, I always used to respect working women, as I thought that they are doing a great job by balancing their family and work. I never looked down upon the homemakers but yes, I had a little more respect for the working women. But, as I grew up, my perception changed and it changed for the better because of you. I realized that you as a homemaker did so much for our family without complaining. I know you feel it as your responsibility but you dint have to do it in such a wonderful manner.

Even though you aren’t much educated and don’t know how to speak in English, You taught me and brother the A B C’s and X Y Z’s of Telugu, Hindi and English. I still remember how you used to sit beside us until our high-school days and make us study. You made it a point to come to all Parent-Teacher meetings. I marveled at the way how you and our English teacher could communicate so effectively in spite of the fact that she was speaking only in English and you only in Telugu.

Sometimes, you dint allow me to go out with my friends and I hated it when you said no to me. But now, when I look back I am glad that you said no whenever you said so. You always knew when to draw a line and say no, and when to allow me to take my own decisions. How can you manage it so well?

You didn’t know the terms individuality and personal space. But still you gave brother and me that space when we needed it. You realize what we want even before we say something. When we come back home tired/ after a fight with a friend you never asked questions, you gave us the time so that we could come to you to tell the problem and give us suggestions when we need them.

You don’t know what a blog is, but you know that I have one and write something through it. You also know that I like reading them. You listen so attentively all the stuff I speak regarding it. Most of it may sound non-sense to you but you LISTEN. You always answered us, in whatever way we called you: Amma, Maa, Mom, Mummy, Matha(this was when we learned Sanskrit).

In this country where there a number of families, who force their daughter’s to learn cooking and house-hold stuff as they are suppose to manage home, you never ever forced me to do/learn all those activities. You taught me how to cook only when I showed a genuine interest and wanted to learn. Those days when the maid did not come and the very few times I offered to clean the dishes, you dint let me do it saying my hands will become rough by doing so. Such sweet you are!

When I get married, I wonder whether I can be as good a wife/mother as you are. You make me think that it’s a very responsible position. But then, I always have you to look upon and take help from.

Thanks mom for making me what I am today. I think there are really very few incidents where I made you proud of being my mother. But, I feel proud saying that I am always proud of having such a wonderful mother. I never said this to you to mom but I am saying it now. Thanks mom for being such a wonderful woman you are and a great mom.

I do not say all these things to you. I do not show my love to you as openly as brother does, but l love you and respect you a lot for the way you are and the for the way you have made us what we are today. I know that almost all daughters/sons feel that their mother/father is the best; I will not say the same. You are not the best you are the best amongst the best.

I believe that a picture can convey the same meaning instead of words. I googled for few pics but i did not find any picture which could express the feelings i feel for you. And I being bad at painting couldn’t draw one either. Here are a few pics which were close.

One more Picture:

And the last one:(Pics Courtesy: Google)

I Love you mom.

Your daughter,

Mystery.

*P.S: My dad is as good as my mom , but then this post was for my mother. Sorry dad, a post on you some time later.