Mom and Me

My mom, the most loveliest and beautiful woman I have ever met. Many say I am a Xerox copy of her. But she was more beautiful and lovely than me. Her life revolved round me and my sister. I loved my mother than anyone else in this world. She is my guide, guru, mentor and whatever you can say. She taught me good values of life, good habits, and human relationships. Today I can assure that I am a good human being only because I was brought up by my mom. Some Incidents of life even if we just think, our nerves would get tied up and our emotions would stir up and tears would flow like a small child. I just want to share such a small incident of my life.

During my schooling days, my mother used to take me to school by walking. It was my third standard. I was studying in Karur, a small town in Tamilnadu where my father worked as an Assistant Public prosecutor. Whenever I go out my mother used to come out and wave her hands to say “Ta tta... Ta tta”( Bye. Bye). This is a way of saying buy to kids. The words “Ta tta... Ta tta” means a lot to me. Usually my father or mother, used to leave me in school. If my father is busy or out of station, my mother used to leave me in school. Whenever she leaves me in my classroom she parted with me by waving her hand and say ‘Ta tta ... Ta tta’. I also used to repeat the same by waving back my hands.

My school was at a walking distance from my house. We used to walk for school if my father was not in town. My amma used to carry our school bags as what all mother does today. I and my sister would be dancing, playing, jumping while walking to school as all normal children do. I got all my values of life in those walking hours. My mum used to teach all good proverbs, moral stories in my mother tongue tamil and in English also. Whatever she seeded me in those days was my personality in later years. Whatever she taught me in those early days tuned my personality and refined my character. Some proverbs to quote

“If money is lost nothing is lost

If education is lost something is lost

0If character is lost everything is lost.”

“Past is past

Future we can’t expect

Present is yours. Utilise it in an usual manner”

Even now if I had any failure or success I used to think of those sayings and would recharge my heart to work for the next venture. She moulded my character by saying many Tamil thirukural and Tamil proverbs. She was always my sweet amma who is close to my heart. I really used to wonder how she is so good when I couldn’t be good all times.

On one fine day, I was walking to school hearing all my preaching’s from my mother happily. She left me in my class room and went. After five minutes I realized that I didn’t say “Ta tta... Ta tta” to my mum. When I glanced from the entrance of my class, she went a long way but I could still see her. I was about to run back to her to say “Ta tta... Ta tta (bye... Bye...) .But I know that the school bell would ring shortly and it would be impossible to come back to class in time. As I was thinking the bell rang. It was 9 ‘o’ clock sharp. Within five minutes my class teacher would come.

My throat was struck. Tears were about to fall tugging behind my eyelids. My heart was beating fast. However I managed not to cry. I couldn’t be in the class for another second. I gathered all my courage to run to my mum. I ran as fast as possible to my age, called my mother when I reached the hearing distance, I shouted as amma and stopped her. My mother when turned back was shocked to see me. When she enquired I just waved my hands to say “Ta tta... Ta tta” with a relaxed smile on my face. She was very much moved by my act and she replied me with hands waving in the air and kissed me on the forehead. At that moment everything in this world became normal. My throat, my stomach sounds and my heart beat everything returned to normal. The drop of tears in my eyelids vanished as a mountain dew. I ran back to my classroom very relaxed and managed to enter the class before the teacher arrived.

That moment was very special to me till today. Even now when I think of that incident my throat would struck, heart beats faster and eyelids would be filled with a drop of tear just about to fall. The same experience I felt when I was married and went to my husband’s house leaving my mother desperately. Now I am a mother of a kid, even today I am feeling the same emotion as I am leaving my mom and home country for starting my new life in a foreign place.

I dedicate this incident of my life to all caring mothers and loving children, whose only happiness is uttering the word “amma (Mom)”

Owe all my success to my mum...
Each and every word she penned me...
Each and every thought she shaped me..
Each and every action she molded me...
As a child I born out of her love
As a girl grown out of her sacrifice!
A woman who just lived for me
And still living for me...

Dr.Suhanya Prasanna Kumar, A Press of new thoughs