MAA-JESTIC

‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com‘

Truly said that as God could not be everywhere He created mothers and that one does not cease to be a child till he/she has a mother to turn to! Mother, who calms when our mind is ruffled, soothes when we are in trouble, prays for us when our hearts are wounded and loves unconditionally even when all have deserted! That and much more is the innate essence of a mother.  Mother, who loves us even before we are born and the only time she laughs while we cry, is at our birth. Mom, who walks into our heart and life just as others prepare to exit and stands rock-solid by us through the troughs and crests of life, believing in us even as we start to lose faith in ourselves!  Mother is the infinite epitome of goodness and devotion who makes us feel secure, rooted and complete. She keeps us rooted even while giving us wings to fly and conquer the world.

My mom just like any other is selfless in her love for me, making me feel secure in the warm cocoon of her love. She has always placed my needs above her, given me unstinted support in my every pursuit. I feel like God’s chosen one to be blessed with a mother like her. She has nurtured the sapling of my love like only a mother can to allow it to flower and flourish.  Her love is like the silvery moonbeams scattering their pearly drops on my life. I have experienced an eternity of love in her every look, gesture and caress. Mom is my anchor in the turbulent seas of life as she has always thought twice, once for me and again for me. 

My mom is one of a kind. She knows all that’s in and on my mind as if she has telepathy of the strongest and strangest order with me. Pizzas and burgers are a common passion, and mom packs a punch in every moment as it were. Oh, but that does not in any way mean she digresses from doing what all mothers are adept at: giving me a piece of her mind more now than then. Mom is the warm sunshine flooding my life with untold happiness, joy and ecstasy.  She is the salve to my injured soul even today when I am a mother myself. Her tender soothing touch of love heals my deepest wounds and her cheerful ever-smiling face for me is like God to behold.  With eyes overflowing with love for me, her heart weeps when in pain I be. Mom’s very countenance is a transparent reflection of the affection she has for me. She’s my warm shoulder in the cold world.

  

जहां का बदलता रंग-रूप देखा

दुनिया के चमन का हर फूल देखा

पर तेरे प्यार की खुशबू न पाई कहीं

माँ तुझसा गुलाब न खिला कहीं.

तेरी साधना से मुझें मंजिलें मिलीं

तेरी तपस्या से खुशियाँ

तेरी मुस्कान सबसे न्यारी

माँ तुझपर जीवन बलिहारी.

तेरे प्यार की अनोखी कहानी

तेरी ममता अमर, ये जहां फानी

खुदा से दुआ मांगे ये मन

तेरी जीवन शमा न हो कभी कम.

माँ तुम हो प्यार की पहचान

तुम में बसे मेरी जान

चलती तेरी साँसों से दिल की धड़कन

जीवन सर्वस्व माँ तुझपर अर्पण.

Kiddie Lessons

Child is the father of man and rightly so! Kids have an innate sense of teaching adults through action and innocent banter, only if we cared to observe or worse, learn from. My kids have inadvertently taught me several things, now that I reflect via this opportunity.

They’ve imbibed in me to face life with courage and sunshine smiles. Kids are eternal optimists bouncing out of every situation with graceful ease. Fever, failure, accident or quarrel, they do not get bogged down by their aftermath. No rancor as everything is dissipated within moments and they revert to their own lovable selves. They have taught me to be forgiving, dissuading me from nursing grudges. When a favorite toy breaks, kids do cry, but a new one is enough to get them out of that phase. I have endeavored to apply this to my life, striving to give my best to every situation, but not moping on things that are essentially out of my control.

Kids have taught me to be curious about things around. The way I have seen them pick an object, look at and maneuver it has made me apply the same technique to situations around me. Everything is not what it appears to be and I have taken this leaf from their book. Situations cannot be taken at face value for they may not be the way they first appear and need insight, evaluation and revaluation to comprehend thoroughly.

Kids have taught me to appreciate every small joy that life throws up rather than wait for earth-shattering moments to cherish happiness. The sheer joy they experience in seemingly mundane things from an adult viewpoint is what I have imbued to be grateful for every passing moment and seeking fulfillment in it, living a lifetime in a single moment.

My Father, My Soldier For Life!

 

The first man in any girl’s life is her father and ditto with me.  He has been my first-love and the source of inspiration who taught me to believe in myself, the biggest endowment he has bestowed on me which has stood me in good stead through the crests and troughs of life.  He has been my soldier from the day I was born.  My birth was unfortunately not welcomed the way it should or at least could have been as my conservative family was quite taken aback by the birth of a daughter.  Instead of happiness on the occasion, there was more a veil of disappointment which was very hard on my parents, who were supposed to be ‘celebrating’ their first-born!  My father stood stoically in the face of it all, as though in the dock his only ‘crime’ being the birth of a daughter.  Seeing the antagonistic hostility all around was perhaps the biggest compelling factor that made him more possessive about me than ever.  I became the cynosure of all his love and attention.  He actually became my soldier in thought and action, sheltering me from the vicissitudes of life like only he could.  He explained to all those opposed to my gender that he was responsible for it and not mom who had come in for immense flak for no fault of hers.  Dad taught me to set my own standards, and achieve them for he said that his daughter would not follow the beaten path but set her own trail.  He imbibed in me principles of believing in my capabilities never mind what others thought or had to say about them.  His has been the strongest shoulder all my life and his jadoo ki jhappi works as fine today as it did yesterday.  All my life I have been the pivot of his existence and am referred to as his Princess even today.  He never gave up on me even when I faltered, unsure of myself.   He has amply lived up to the statement that a dad is someone who wants to catch you before you fall  but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and, let’s you try again!  My father’s protection of me has been the greatest gift of my childhood to me!  I take pride in being daddy’s little (!) girl.  In life I did find my prince, but my daddy is my still my king. My daddy strongest and best-est! My Father, My Soldier For Life!

 This post is a part of #soldierforwomen in association with BlogAdda.com