Remember that day long long ago? You were a tiny tot, hardly three. She was taking you to school. All along, she kept on cajoling you with sweet dreams of your very first day at what looked like a lair to you. At the doorstep of the classroom, the bell rang. The teacher pulled you in rather hastily. Her typical duty year after year, right? It was your first ever 'away from Aai' mo(ve)ment. You exploded in to a huge sob.
Her eyes full of unshed tears, she had to leave as per the teacher's terse, strict orders. She reached home, your loud sobs and wails accompanying her every step. Those three hours lasted a lifetime. Back at school, through the window, she peeped in to the classroom to find you happily lost to the new space.
I suppose, this initiation in to the wide wonderful world is the fulcrum of the mother-child bond forever. It hurts her deeply, and yet she is the happiest, given your joy, and this pattern goes on and on, in every new sphere that you continue to explore, your studies, your lows and highs, your career, your bright chances here and abroad, your friendships, your marriage, your child(ren), your first flat, your second car, your hobbies, your pastimes, and on, and on.
Far and further you orbit, away from her. The umbilical cord refuses to snap for her. Your unspoken aches pain her. Your weak moments she knows instinctively, and she stays put there, silent but strong for you. You quite casually do something rather routinely for her. For days on end, that is her happy mantra.
Despite your chilly chidings, your rough snapping's, your being lost to your wor(l)ds, till her last breath lingers her Aai-ness, happy to see you grow, while she lets go, as on that day long long ago!
Pratima@ Evermore the Mother's Day!
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