Why my mom is the best! ❤

“Between life and death, I chose you and it would always have been you.”

            These are my mom's words to me who nineteen years ago went for a cesarean all by herself. She was so unafraid that the second thoughts were as unwelcomed and unneeded as the companions. She wanted nobody, not even her own self but her baby, her very own baby! What more would a woman who was brought up in an abusive household with unloving parents want?

She could barely speak when her parents left her at her grandparents’ home along with her two brothers. It was the household of adjustments, sacrifice and impoverishment with no place and ears for complaints. She would be hit on her bare thigh for wearing the only frock she had. Would have to trim her hair as long hairs required care. And care of any kind is something that no one bothered to offer her whatsoever . The radios in the era of TVs and the kulfis instead of the ice cream were her pleasures. Once she planted a coin thinking that it would grow into a money tree as her uncle said so while fooling around her. They had laughs to offer there but no knowledge. The mouths asking questions were smacked hard and naiveness held its head high. Then a day arrived when all this was going to change but for the worst. Her parents were going to take her and the brothers to their house. A house that welcomed her with loud yellings and inescapable responsibilities which she again was unafraid to bear. It was the house she toiled the most for and it was the least of her than it was of anybody else’. She saw her mom reading newspapers but never feeding her children on time. She saw a woman who told her she would not mind pushing her into the well as she was a woman after all. She wanted to be nothing like her mom and everything that her mom was not, most importantly a good mother. Her wicked father was no different to whom she was dead for a million times in his lifetime and who at the end died her having only her beside him for months. She wanted to pursue Pathology which she was denied as all the money all her father had was to be spent on his sons. This made her pursue the Nursing profession as the fees to be paid were less in amount. His sons betrayed him there but my mom went on completing the Nursing training dedicatedly. She was denied entry in their house the day she married the man of her choice as the men her father had chosen were his replicas only and she wanted this cruelty to end. Penniless she started her married life with my dad, went to live in a broken house with a broken heart. My dad is a great man but his workaholism has always prevented him from being emotionally available. Having a baby was the only way left now that could embody her dream of having someone of her own but she promised herself to bring a life into this world only when she could give it all the luxuries and even beyond. She strived and waited for 8 years for the same till she built a house of her own but to add to her woes fertility issues came to her way. She had 4 miscarriages in consecutive years and a lot to grieve about. She had even thought of adopting a child but then she unexpectedly conceived me. Fed up with the miscarriages and expecting no difference this time as well no one wished to come with her to the hospital. So she carried herself there too. On hearing the cesarean might be difficult and there are less chances of both mother and child to survive, she chose me saying that I am the only one she would want to be alive for anyway. Soon, she had me in her arms and then the other worldly beings too. She gave me a house that she never had. She cherished, celebrated and educated me the best she could.  She told everyone right on their face that daughters are as special as the sons. She scattered the pearls of kindness all around and would go so far when it came to kindness.  She allowed me to have questions, choices, opinions and decisions of my own. Bold, Confident, Self dependent.. She could have been all that I am if her circumstances were better and the odds were not against her.

Therefore, I proudly say I get it all from my mama, I do! She is the best and always will be.

P.S~ While writing this, I got her looking and smiling at me in an inversion yoga pose