The synonyms of mother should be care, love, affection, pamper, sweet, lullaby and comfort other than mom, mamma, mummy etc.
Mamma is magical.
No one can replace her.
Do you ever gave a thought on why Shri Krishna loved both Yashoda Maiya and Devki Maa equally ?
Yes, equally even though he left Devki Maa after few minutes of his birth.
Devki Maa gave him birth and Yashoda Maa brought him up treating him like his own son, she fed him with her milk and then brought up in a royal style treating him with butter and ghee.
So the simple thing is that we love, those who loves us unintentionally.
Devki Maa gave him birth and when after years he met her there was same love in his eyes for her and the unconditional pampering and strict lessons of Yashoda Maa set besides beautiful example of motherhood.
So if you are a mom, you will love your child and if you are a child you will love your mom and the one who treated you like a mom.
Who is Mom says a baby –
Mom is one who makes her mind clear to bring me to this world ignoring her health and beautiful figure.
She is the one who undergoes through so many pains and obstacles during her pregnancy but still she eat healthy food even if she don’t like for making me healthy.
She is the one who weaves for me woolen sweator before I am born.
She is one who goes through injections and surgeries while giving me birth.
She is the one who feeds me her milk, no matter however weak she might be.
She is the one who is trying to make me comfortable by swinging her legs
to make me sleep, whenever i disturb her sleep during mid – nights.
She is the one who cleans all my shit without complaining.
She is one holds my finger and teaches me to write A, B, C on a slate with slate pencil.
She is one who massages me with baby oil and give me warm and cool showers as per the seasons.
She is the one who guides me every time to speak first word ofrom my tongue.
She is the one who dresses me in school uniform and takes me to school wiping my tears for thevwey first time.
She is the one who pampers me with yummy food when I come from school.
She is one who asks me lessons and guide me in learning new thing.
She is the one who takes me to garden for evening play and involve me in sports.
She is the one who inspects my brain about my forte and then guides me to be passionate about that.
She is one who guides me to baking things in kitchen.
She is the one who teaches me make round chapatis.
She is one with whom I share the secrets of my first period and then how nicely she teaches me things and tell that there is nothing to be ashamed of it, it is a pride.
She is the one who is my inspiration to wrap saree, keep long hair bun like a big lady and then pretend to do ramp walk after applying her makeup.
She is the one who motivates me to stay at hostel, to make my future bright to make my future bright.
She is the one who send me homemade food in bulk to hostel during days when I hate hostel food.
She is one who calls me and wakes up early on exam days.
She is one who keeps fast on my interview days.
She is one who checks my blanket at night if I kicked it away.
She is one who feeds me with unlimited
Love along with food.
She is one who control her tears and send me to another house after marriage.
She is my partner during pedicures, during travelling, during my becoming a mommy, during all my good and bad turns of life.
She is everything and she taught me everything except to imagine a life without her.
However she says sometimes,
I won’t be always with you and…..!
But then I close her lips by my little palm and say never say that mamma.
She is one who work whole day with a smile without complaint.
She is one who scolds me if I don’t keep my room tidy.
She is one who teases me with “charr log” if I don’t work nicely.
She is one who wakes me up at 7a.m. because she know I don’t wake up before an hour time.
She is one who is melody to the music of my life.
She is the rhythm to my heartbeats.
She is “ouccch mamma” word to my lips when I get a slip or any accident.
She is the who panicks very much when she me in trouble.
And now if I continue to write it, I can say the post will be never ending…
She is Super woman.
When people asks me, “You are awesome, how you learned this?”
I just say every time, I got to learn it from mamma❤.
There are many things I learned from her – I am her shadow.
She wrote diaries 25 years back
And so is me I write diaries, even though no one indulged me to this habit.
Few things are hereditary.
And when I read the words in those old pages of her diary,
I realize what she was ?
And what she sacrificed and have become now?
She was queen of her own moods then now she is the victim of plenty of moods and satisfying every1 with a smile on face without complaining.
She used to look beautiful 😍
Now all her beauty is lost under the pale face full of worries and house hold works.
Earlier she enjoyed two movies a week in theatres with her father,
And now she haven’t visited cinema hall from 20 years span.
She, still knows all that old songs and actors biographies and by hearted all the songs but she can’t identify anything in new ones because she never goes to cinemas but is busy and happy with daily soaps serials.
Earlier she had choice in eating her favourite food and now she eats all those she hated once in her childhood.
She used to be the one who never knew to speak marwari, and never understood it But now is more fluent in it like any residential marwari common man.
Bajra, and working on wood fire stove scared her, but
Now she is master in making bajra chapatis round in a minute
With perfect cooking.
Not only that she taught me even to make round chapatis.
She hated kids when she was young and now kids are the reason to smile in her life.
She had dreams,
Which she gave up for her family
But now she sees those dreams in me.
And passionates me the most.
She mingled herself in the Rajasthani sand washing away all joys of Assamese Rain from her life
And is proud today.
She loved her mom the most
But due to certain circumstances could not attend her funeral, She still reminded strong so I just want to hug her and take her that pain away from her.
I talk with her on Nani ma 🙂 and share beautiful memories.
I am her friend and she is mine.
She is Awesomeness
And reason of my existence 😘
And this post is dedicated to my Mom.
For me the pricest possession of my life is when people say me
“you look like your mamma, same smile, same gestures”
Same to same!
‘This post has been written in association with Blogchatter and Chaipoint for their Mothers Day Special.”