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May 9, 2015

A Mother is a Feeling.

Photo: Courtesy of author.

A mother is a feeling!

She’s an emotion that you feel, like a warm safe cocoon enveloping you.

Like sunlight on a cold day. Or a cool kiss on your warm forehead.

She’s the relief that you feel when you hear footsteps approaching your bed in the dark night—only to discover it’s her making sure once again that you are tucked in alright.

Or when, after a long, hard day with the heavy bag on your back, you inch towards the school gate—it’s her face you see scanning the crowd frantically, bursting into a smile only when she sees you.

A mother is what you feel when you go on stage to receive a prize, no matter how big or small and you look into the audience and immediately find that one face beaming with pride.

She’s who follows that sinking feeling when your teacher asks if you have the one book that you know you forgot to pack—only to realize it’s miraculously found its way into your bag.

She’s every girls first manicurist and the only woman who will ever get down on her knees to tell her boy just how much she loves him.

She’s the loudest clap when you sing out of tune and is the hand that steadies your bicycle. She’s your first “hokey pokey” and your first “birdy dance”‘ Your first broccoli, followed by Ice cream and warm chocolate sauce.

Yes, a mother is a feeling! And I’m extremely grateful to be that.

In this world and time of celebrations and accomplishments, of parties and selfies, of personal goals and the constant desire for some “me time,” I often have to slow down, to stop and remind myself that this is what I am. I am responsible for providing it, and for ensuring my children never have to grow up without that “special feeling” for as long as I shall live, so help me God!

Photo: Courtesy of author.

My children are undoubtedly my life’s greatest achievement, yet they shall always remain my life’s greatest work in progress.

With each passing day, in this sometimes evil and always crazy world, it gets harder for me to help them retain the inherent goodness and innocence that they were born with. Teaching them to differentiate good and bad, right and wrong, physical power from the strength of the soul remains my biggest challenge and my non-transferable responsibility.

May God help me show them that crushing an insect isn’t a show of power, planting a seed is.

May God give me and all mums of the world the strength to know that merely giving birth isn’t our greatest accomplishment. That’s where our job really begins.

Bringing up a child is tough, guiding him to be a good human being is even tougher.

May God give us the patience to do this job right.

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Relephant Read:

A Mother’s Day Wish for my Daughter.

The Mother’s Day Taboo: When Mama Ain’t So Great.

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Author: Nitya Satyani

Volunteer Editor: Kim Haas/ Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock

Photos: courtesy of author

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