Life begins looking at mother’s face and, this is the face which is the guiding angel of our life. The bond between a mother and her child is the strongest one and instantaneous. Nothing in the world is comparable to it.
My mother is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Beautiful, not in the sense of physical appearance- there would be millions of women more beautiful than her. But, to me, her face is the most angelic one. Her presence has the magical aura which instantly makes me calm even amidst the strongest of emotional turmoil. Her strokes on my cheeks empower me to stand against every adversity.
My mother has a strict personality. In my childhood she was not actually my friend; rather she had the persona of an intransigent teacher. She analyzed my every move, criticized my every work. Sometimes, it disgusted me and often led me to think that she must have found me near the dustbin! How come a mother could be so stringent to her own child!
But as I was growing up, gradually she was opening herself up to me. She was becoming my friend. After leaving the school, I entered college and, eventually discovered love. And, believe me, it was my maa who was the first person to know about it. She was no more a stubborn parent, but a compassionate friend in whom I can confide. This transformation didn’t come all of a sudden, it took time, but it did happen.
Now, as I’m a mother now, I can understand the reasons for her primary obdurateness. It helped me to become an honest person with good manners. Now I can realize why she never encouraged me to pick flowers from the neighbor’s garden; why she scolded me when I borrowed a book from the library and never bothered to return it. Her every word now reflects my present action as I’m behaving in the same way with my kid. All she wanted was to instill tradition, faith and honesty in me. And, I’m just following her path. She was #MyFirstExpert even when I failed to understand it.
Now, as I’m married and live away from her, she calls me at least twice a day. Once, to know if everything is well at my workplace and household and, secondly, to inform me that all is fine at her place. Yes, the role has reversed; as I think, happens with every daughter and mother. We are now on the same level. But, still I don’t know why when my son fell from the stairs and got badly hurt, I called her not only to get the expert advice but also to sob uncontrollably. I can realize exactly where it hurts when children are injured.
Maa, forgive me for not understanding your feelings at times; for shouting at you when you said ‘no night-out with friends’, for throwing all kinds of tantrums when you asked me to gulp down a glass of milk….now I know, I know for sure your feelings.
Thank you for teaching not only the alphabets but also the lessons of life. Thank you for bringing me to this beautiful world. If I have done anything in my life that deserves an appreciation, I have inherited the grain from you; my mother, my home, and heart, #MyFirstExpert.