My mum is my best friend- one of the most clichéd lines, but it is a fact for most girls including me. Hence, here is  a ‘very close to my heart’ kind of a post dedicated to my lovely mother-Amma as I call her.
 
For all the times I kicked you when I was in your womb…
 
For all the times you had to carry me as a baby when I couldn’t carry my own weight…
 
For all the times you had to run behind me with the food bowl in hand…
 
For all the times you had to hit the ground because the ground hurt me when I fell…
 
For all the times I woke you up in the middle of the night because I was hungry and wanted only Marie biscuit to eat…
 
For all the times you came to school with the lunch box filled with my favourite sweet-dish because I refused to eat anything else…
 
For all the times you were forced to play those silly games with me because I had no one to play…
 
For all the times you had to tell me the same old story in the same order because  all I wanted to hear was that one story …
 
For all the times you had to lay a wet cloth on my forehead because I caught fever and wouldn’t sleep…
 
For all the times you had to be awake because I stayed up all night  to revise for the exams the next day…
 
For all the times you had to  listen to my blabbers about college and friends when you had much more important things on mind…
 
For all the times I had ‘important’ work when you wanted me to help…
 
For all the times you had to console me  because I was depressed about some silly thing or the other…
 
For all the times you had to run to the shop to get the required ingredients because my taste buds wished for something that wasn’t readily available…
 
For all the times you had to support my decisions even when you felt they might not be completely right…
 
For all the times you had to defend me and my actions…
 
For all the times you had to laugh and cry with me…
 
For all the times when you stood as a pillar of support when all other supports lost their ground…
 
For all the times you had to read my blog posts because no one else would…
 
For all the times I take you for granted…
 
…All I want to say is ‘Thanks’ and ‘Sorry’. Thanks for being there Amma and Sorry for not being there most of the times when you actually need me. Love you ma. 
 
PS: After reading this post, my mum will surely scold me for wasting my time on this post instead of helping her out in preparing for the forthcoming festival. After all, mothers are mothers. As I end this post, I can hear her yell from the kitchen asking for some help.
 
Uhhh..sorry mum.…next time maybe 🙂
pooja
 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 

 

15 comments on “The Word Is Ma…”

  1. As a daughter and mother I can empathise with the post. Unfortunately I don't have a daughter, but my boys must feel the same way even though they don't explicitly say anything 😀 Loved your writing style.

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