I remember my mother`s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life- Abraham Lincoln
Although the above words were spoken by the 16th President of the United States, it is a valid assertion in every sense of the words to every child. When I look back in time, to the earliest days of my life, I remember it very vividly that my mother never put me in the second place when it came to prioritizing something over me, unless it was for my own good.
Even today, when I am far from her sight in a big city, she somehow keeps me close to her heart, and her tenderness for me never needs a medium to reach me. I strongly believe that I am always in her prayers every day.
My younger brother was born when I was in fourth grade, a 10-year old boy who yearned for a brother or sister as I felt lonely and jealous of others who had siblings. So, I told my mother to get me a brother or sister. Her answer still echoes in my mind, ‘Son, me and your father fear that we won’t be able to love you the same if we get another child.’ When my brother was born, we had an age gap of ten years. So, he became more fortunate as he had his parents’ love as well as mine.
Anyway, that was the day when I realized the love of my mother for me. However, there were times when she scolded me harshly. But, now I realize that all were to keep me safe and for my own good.
My mother was my first teacher who taught me almost everything. She taught me to walk, she let me run, fall, cry and then rise up to repeat until I learned running on my own, she taught me the difference between good and bad, and she breastfed me till the day it was necessary.
Today, I am old enough to take care of myself. But, still, I have to get back to my root, to my mother, when I am in need of solace and a freedom from this hectic life.
I believe I do not need an event to remember the memories of my mother as I live with them. My mother is my first and last resort when I am in distress. Her love means peace. All that I am today or I hope I will be in future, I owe everything to my mother.
I want to end this writing with a quote from Edgar Allan Poe’s poem To My Mother.
The angels, whispering to one another,
Can find, among their burning terms of love,
None so devotional as that of “Mother”