“The foundation of your life, source of your being, nurturer of your soul, and your pillar of strength – a mother”
I realized that I was in the middle of nowhere, a place with nothing but thin air. I closed my eyes and tried to sense my surroundings. I felt the cold breeze kissed my cheek. I shivered. Just as my Goosebumps rose, I slowly heard chirps of an unknown bird followed by a splash of sea wave. I continued to listen. I heard a whisper, a very familiar voice. I opened my eyes and the light stroke my young and easily dazed eyes. I saw a breathtaking view, a brilliant place – the Eden. Stunned by what I saw, a pat on my shoulder broke my silence. I looked at my back and saw a recognizable face and I know she was responsible for what I have now. She hugged me and the cold vanished. I knew that I am safe as I felt the warmth, her love. Our strength and our weakness, that’s how I define her.
A woman can be an adept artist, a justice protector, a social developer, an agile dancer, a gourmet cook, a knowledge educator or any profession a lady can achieved but there is a certain job that makes every woman pleased - being a mother. It is probably the most praiseworthy job a woman could have. It is like a superhero’s deed. It sounds easy but really hard to do and a big responsibility.
Being a mother and raising a child is not that simple since she wholeheartedly accepted the lifetime responsibility to take care of her offspring during the time she knew about her pregnancy. She cherishes her young like her treasure, a gem of magnificence and grace from God. For her, a child is the continuation of her life and half of her being.
Her eyes are focused on us. She reads every chapter of our life. She was there the time we first stood up and she became our crutches. She almost cried at the moment we first said ‘Mama’. She was trembled when she heard us cry. She was there to shed our tear and our fear. She served as the umbrella during the rainy times of our life. She became our shadow, present always at our side. She always stood up for us. She healed all of our wounds with her kiss. She was like our diary to which we share all of our hurts and happiness. Perhaps, night and day is not enough for her to express her love towards us but takes only a single touch to show her passion. To alleviate a child’s sleepyhead, a mother hums her sweet and dearest lullaby which in every tune lies beneath a tender love. It was the first song we memorized – the first song we adored and begging to hear for.
“Son” a single call of your name means a lot of care from your mother. “Don’t do that!” even her tiniest moral instruction worth a thousand worries. For her to show her feelings, she needs to speak out. She began to talk like a machine gun, always nagging you about your bad habit. She always saw your mistakes. Usually because of our stubborn nature, we have mistaken it to be an immoral character of our mother, her wicked side. We started to hate her and curse her. You felt that you’re trapped in a den where she is the lion and you are a sheep. You want to break free from her regulations and your limitations. Finally, you ran away from her.
You decided to walk to a different path where there are no signs of her and her thunder-like voice. While changing path, you realized something odd about you like there is something missing – a part of you. You passed by a mirror and suddenly you stop. You eyed yourself very closely. You are relieved that you’re still in your whole being. As you enjoy your liberty, you abruptly heard a boy crying. You look around and saw a familiar face. You recognized that you have resemblance to him, same nose, same hair, same skin tone, same eyes and same lips. Being in the state of imbecile, you saw a woman approaching the small boy. She starts to make some hand signals to comfort the child. You are wonder-struck. That woman supposed to be your mother and now she is mute – a voiceless person.
The whole thing disappeared and the whole place is filled with darkness.
Out of nowhere, you saw a book. It has no title. You flipped the cover and noticed the first page is blank. A known song started to play and a picture of a woman carrying a baby was slowly sketched in the blank page. That song turned to be a lullaby. At the next pages, you saw how the woman took care of that child with her full strength and admiration. Hatred to yourself started to engulf your conscience. The book was unfinished and has no ending.
You felt a light tap on your shoulder. As you look at your back, standing there was the mute woman with her lonely eyes. She can’t speak a word. On that single touch, a million words started to spring out of your mind. She wanted to tell you everything, to come back, to say she misses you, to know how are you doing, to ask if you’re doing fine and specially to tell you that she loves you more than any treasure in the world, but she can’t. She can never call your name again. You will never hear her nagging again. You will never hear anything from her anymore. Tears started to flow in your face. Clemency for your mute mother emerged in your mind.
You talked to yourself and think about everything you’ve done to hurt your mother’s feelings. Is it self-fulfilling or self-regretting? You reflected twice and apprehended that the absence of your mother makes you insufficient and deficit.
You hold your breath and search your way back home. Twenty steps afar form your door stand your mother, waiting for your comeback. She approached you with your head down. She gently tapped again your shoulder saying “It’s ok”
A mother shows her love more on actions that words. Even she doesn’t say a word; a gentle touch would mean everything. Life defined its limitation at all cost. One day she will hold your hands and give a touch saying “Goodbye”
No comments:
Post a Comment