A rift in a relationship, be in any kind of relationship, happens when one person takes the other for granted. And this "taking for granted" phenomenon happens most of the time with the one most important person in our lives without whom we wouldn't even be walking the face of the earth, our mothers.
She wakes up at 5.30 in the morning to make sure that she gets us ready on time, be it sending her kids to school or her husband to office. She runs up and down the house, cleaning up the mess and taking such good care of us. After sending us off, she washes clothes, does the dishes, tidies the house and cooks lunch.
She then decides to take a quick nap, for she is human after all and exertion got the better of her.
Then when evening comes, one after the other, her babies (husband included) come back home. She makes them something special to eat everyday.
"There is no salt in the pasta."
"The chutney tastes awful," we say, not quite noticing her face falling. She has been working for us all day long and the best we give her is a sarcastic reprimand.
She takes it all in and still smiles. Sometimes she loses her cool and screams, at us and at the walls, because we hardly take time to listen to her and pay heed to what she is saying.
She then decides to go out of town for two days.
Oh, all hell breaks loose in the house.
We somehow manage to survive without the salt-less pasta, the awful tasting chutney. We wear the same school uniform to school the next day because there is no one to wash out dirty clothes. We somehow get ready and leave for school/college/office in the morning, eating left overs. We get back home and the gate is shut and there is no smiling mother standing there, welcoming us back home.
We open the doors ourselves and go inside the house. We have one look at it and we think "oh my God, how does amma do this everyday? How does she not get tired? How does she manage to keep the house perfectly in check?"
Then she comes back and taking one look at her smiling face, we know, everything is going to be okay. That the angel is back to guide us through our busy schedules, always smiling, always having her arms open to take us in, no matter how badly we treat her or have treated her in the past.
That is amma for you. unconditional, irrevocable love.
Aishwarya Kumar.
She wakes up at 5.30 in the morning to make sure that she gets us ready on time, be it sending her kids to school or her husband to office. She runs up and down the house, cleaning up the mess and taking such good care of us. After sending us off, she washes clothes, does the dishes, tidies the house and cooks lunch.
She then decides to take a quick nap, for she is human after all and exertion got the better of her.
Then when evening comes, one after the other, her babies (husband included) come back home. She makes them something special to eat everyday.
"There is no salt in the pasta."
"The chutney tastes awful," we say, not quite noticing her face falling. She has been working for us all day long and the best we give her is a sarcastic reprimand.
She takes it all in and still smiles. Sometimes she loses her cool and screams, at us and at the walls, because we hardly take time to listen to her and pay heed to what she is saying.
She then decides to go out of town for two days.
Oh, all hell breaks loose in the house.
We somehow manage to survive without the salt-less pasta, the awful tasting chutney. We wear the same school uniform to school the next day because there is no one to wash out dirty clothes. We somehow get ready and leave for school/college/office in the morning, eating left overs. We get back home and the gate is shut and there is no smiling mother standing there, welcoming us back home.
We open the doors ourselves and go inside the house. We have one look at it and we think "oh my God, how does amma do this everyday? How does she not get tired? How does she manage to keep the house perfectly in check?"
Then she comes back and taking one look at her smiling face, we know, everything is going to be okay. That the angel is back to guide us through our busy schedules, always smiling, always having her arms open to take us in, no matter how badly we treat her or have treated her in the past.
That is amma for you. unconditional, irrevocable love.
Aishwarya Kumar.
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