M O T H E R

[a mother filled with joy]

I woke up early to wake my teenage son up for him to go attend his school. I went into his room and found him sleeping with his tuchies a little raised, which he always does when he is too tired.



I went in, sat by him, and went on calling him all the sweetest of the nick names that I had been using since his birth, all the while massaging his head and neck and ears and face.



I simply felt such a joy that I started tearing up and that's when I realised that this is the joy that even 'my mom' felt whenever she did the same to me !!



Later as I was sharing this feeling with my husband, it occured to me that my son might not give as much of importance to this as I did today, but one day- maybe 10 years- 15 years later, he will feel and say the same thing with his child !



Though I always did express a lot to my mother how much I loved her, today I realised, I wish I had told her how much her garabam meant, then and now too.



Alas ! I cannot do that now because she is no more there for me to tell her .

Those of you who are lucky to be having the loving and caring parents around still, go, sweethearts, tell them how much they mean to you.

Most of you are very expressive on these boards. I am sure you certainly will be able to express it wondefully well.



Have fun. love to you all.

[HH]

India, the Motherland

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