Best Moments of Life...

A mother is born in a woman exactly when her child is born. A mother’s existence is with her child. The lust to see her child after nine months of caring is something beyond words. The delight is irrepressible to see her child growing, its first cry, first attempt to walk, and first fall, attempt to utter the first word which is nothing but ‘ma’. She will start forfeiting her happiness for her little one. She is there for anything and everything. There is a very common proverb which says that “God cannot reach anywhere and that’s the reason why he made mothers”.

I am very fortunate that I had my mother with me during all those beautiful moments of my life’s album. We together experienced the best and worst chapters of life. There are myriad of moments that I cherish to happen again and again in my life with my mother. One among them, which I feel so cute and lovely, is when she opens our old silver box. She had a collection of things which I have used during my childhood. It includes the first baby dress I wore, the first toys my parents gave me, the first pair of shoes, those small black glass bangles I used to wear, those small bowl in which she used to give my food, those old baby walkers made out of wood and wat more even she had those feeding bottle stacked in her box. Well at times she used to open that box and always call me to have a look on them. Though I know what all are they, still I continue to ask her what’s the significance of each and every stuffs, just to see her face gleaming with pride when she explains the belongings of her first kid, that’s my things. She used to give me wonderful explanations like from where she got those cute little things for me as if I am still that kid on her shoulders. This is one of those beautiful moments I still love sharing with my mother.
Another such moment is when we open our albums. We have a very good collection of childhood memories portrayed in paper. She still has a good memory of all those happened when I was a kid. The places we went, the unnecessary cries I made to get something or the other, the dress I wore. She used to tell me all those with great ardor and after all those sessions she used to sigh. I never asked the reason for her sigh as I know she prefers me to be a kid so that she could get me whenever she wants. Though I am near to her, in a callable distance, I know she miss me a lot more than I do. Though I can never give anything back for her sacrifice and unconditional love for me, the only thing I could do is just be with her in all the possible time as it’s just my presence that will make her day.