The Birth Giver

Four Months have completed living in a place where you’ll find feces everywhere you walk . Now all is there are my exams. I’m worried sick about them. Usually I am not so concerned about exams, but all of a sudden I’m nagging about them after doing so well in my assessments.  Let’s get to the topic.

Isn’t the word ‘Mother’ the prettiest word in the English Dictionary? Pretty much yes. Mother, a woman who has spent her labor into bringing you as a humble human. She has always been there for us, even when our Father tells us “No! You can’t go for shopping because you have wasted too much this month.” But your Mom will always be there to tell ‘yes’. She’s always there as a companion, a one good listener and also the best problem solver.

I and my Mom were like best friends when I was a kid. Then she got a job as a teacher, she went for work so we barely didn’t get any time on growing our relation after that. So after so many prolonged years, my Mom left her job as we moved backed here. Ugh, why do I remind myself of that. So we have enough time to share nowadays. Basically, it’s me the one who keeps yanking in ears all the time because I have behavior of talking of all what happened in school, how my tests went and all and all… Blah.. blah blah… now I’m not going so deep.

We laugh our asses off, she tells me how she misses U.A.E. and I tell what all we teens do in this current generation. I actually missed those time. We shared so much in these past months and now I ask, “Where were these days, where did they all go?” I don’t want my mom to work again if in the future she decides to. But I can’t build a wall between that, after all it isn’t my decision for the betterment of her life? Am I? But I do want her to work as I don’t like woman lying home idly like as though they have no meaning to their life. By this sentence I’m more probably telling that Housewives don’t have meaning, they do have meaning, but only doing work at home isn’t so worth it, you want to feel the harsh outside world.

But I don’t want to lose that connection that we are regaining after so many years which I had with her. That kind of love which I always visualized in my head finally came true. If there is only a way I could spend time with her as well she can work.
Obviously you would suggest that tell her to take off some time from her busy schedule, but it’s really hard as nowadays everything is so complicated.

I asked my Mom in between one of our talks that why didn’t we converse like this in the past? She tells me, “You have been hiding in your room for couple of months, when I want to talk, you just ignore me and leave. Now that we are on the same room, you ca’n’t ignore nor hid anywhere.” After these lines, I realized, I was the main culprits who formed all those complications between me and my Mom. How foolish of me not to understand this at all?

Well now, I have understood how badly I’ve treated my Mom and I always thought that she never appreciates my words. But what can an Indian teenager do when you know that your the topics which comes out from your parents mouth are ‘studies’, Lecture on how you should not be anywhere near your opposite sex or you can say in my case ‘guys’ because they might have bad intentions. But all male are not the exact copy of other. Who will make my Mom understand that part?

Oh, and the picture above, I always wished if my Mom would kiss me on my cheeks or forehead, but the the thing is that she hates KISSING! Come on, it must be the cutest thing which people do. It shows compassion for love. I still wish for once she just kisses me on my cheeks…. and one more thing which she never has taken out of her mouth, “Yes! She’s my Daughter” proudly…. like she does it with my sister when my she has done something to make her feel prestigious.