The Woman Who Made Me-The Quiet Strength of My Mother!

From the morning milk to my late-night tea cups, my mom was the one who would stand by my side throughout the rushing hours. Mothers always hold a special place in each of our hearts; a child's mother is his/her role model from the very early years of his/her childhood. However, today an instant urge struck the very bottom of my core: the urge to appreciate the most beautiful woman present in my life, for I feel she has never gotten enough credit for the amount of effort she's taken to be the foundation of our cultured family.

If a woman's nurturing curves could portray themselves in their best version of dignity paired with care, love, and simplicity, it would be my mother. From being the one to provide us with whatever we need, be it finding our missing notebooks or surprising us with new snacks as soon as we return from school just to see the spark of excitement in our eyes, she has been remarkable as a mother. She has always been so emotionally attached to me that if I flinch or fall, she's the first one to shed a tear. Sometimes, I feel that although the umbilical cord was removed physically at the time of my birth, there still exists a robust thread of affection, emotion, and kinship between the two of us, no matter how distant we are geographically at present.

As her daughter, I have only witnessed her as a devoted wife, an altruistic mother, a beloved daughter, an obedient daughter-in-law, and an exceptionally pious and magnanimous lady. How beautifully she's played each role in her life! However, I often wonder how brilliant she must have been as a student and what a fortune it must have been for her parents to have such a daughter! How she must have spent all those lovely maiden years of her life before she got married to my father. Nevertheless, I do not have to stay deprived of that knowledge. She has been my best friend since the time I was a little girl, and even more so now that I'm nearing her height (only physically) :)

I can ask her anything on earth without hesitation, and she answers in a manner that never makes it feel like I’m questioning an adult who’s so much older than me. She made me feel the most comfortable in her lap; I'd experience tranquility laying my head on her bosom, hugging her tight, listening to the rhythmic sound of her pounding heart against my ear. Her head massages whenever I felt stressed, bored, or simply longing to be in her lap comforted me so much! If I were studying till the last moment for an exam and didn't feel like eating, she made sure I didn't skip any meals and fed me with her hands on those days. A human can't possibly be so kind in essence; she's an angel in disguise for turning the impossible into possible and bringing magic into my life—she makes it all seem so effortless. She never once complained, no matter how unpredictable we were or how heavily responsibilities pressed upon her. She bore it all with a smile, as though grace itself was her signature. 

She has often narrated stories to me from her school and college years. I have seen her pictures too, and trust me, I’ve never felt as delighted as I did when I saw her lovely countenance shimmering with a glow of youthful innocence and a peculiar enthusiasm brightening the color of her holy skin. To this date, she continues to be the most charming lady in our family. Considering the amount of reverence I hold for her, she is such a divine figure in my opinion that I would refer to her eyes as glimmering like the incessant stars that light up even the darkest skies; her heart—the warm core overwhelmed with love and generosity; her long, braided hair—the epitome of simplicity; her smile—the most precious currency of happiness; and her modest dressing—a token of decency and pride that a woman takes in dignifying her aura and persona.

I do not know her life before me as clearly as I know it after me. As a child, I looked at her from the perspective of a daughter, but as I grew up and began to view her through the maturing lens of womanhood, I got closer to the different layers of womanhood that lay within her. That’s when I became her best friend, and she became mine <3

I think a mother and daughter's bond is like untarnished gold. Regardless of the generation gap, no one can understand a young girl better than a woman who has gone through various stages of life and has given birth to that girl. My mother has been my steadfast brace throughout my life and will continue to be one forever. I have written this note even though it isn’t ‘Mother’s Day’ or ‘Women’s Day’ because my mama should be celebrated every day, and this is just a step ahead in my journey of expressing gratitude to her for how awesome she is and has always been!