She writes...
Sometimes all you need is a conversation with your mom. Yes, its that simple. A medicine to a broken heart, a solace for a trouble mind, a shoulder to rest. Just letting her listen to your miseries is in itself a consolation. She doesn't need to come up with any solutions to your problems neither does she need to advice you on how to handle them. She just listens. And, that i find to be the most refreshing thing ever. No, not a hot shower, not droplets of rain on my window, not a hot cut of coffee, the single most comforting feeling for me is to have a 2-min conversation with my mother.
Its kind of a miracle, if you think of it. I am a 30 year old who doesn't keep my mother up to speed on everything that's happening with my life. I have too many things going on in my life that is good enough to put a sane person into an asylum. Sometimes I even dodge her calls when am down and out, just cause I can choose to. (To hell with caller id's). BUT, sometimes I do pick up my phone, lookup 'Amma' and just like that, hit dial. I don't tell her that I am having a problem, I don't tell her that I need comforting, I don't tell her anything. It all starts with her popping the worlds biggest mom-conversation starter, "Did you eat?" and from then on its a song, my most favorite one.
Then we talk, I slowly indulge her in my state of mind, she listens, she sighs and finally she says, "Its ok, it'll be alright." and Voila, there you have it, my heart feels like a feather. I smile and end the call feeling like I've conquered something, that I can eventually figure out a solution and move on. The day has just begun to look radiant again.
On the other side of the world, a mother has just ended a perturbing call. She is thinking about her daughters problems now. She has taken it upon herself to sulk away in sorrow until she knows that her daughter is fine. She knows that she did the right thing by holding her fort and asking her daughter to be strong, but deep down she is broken. As years passed by, she feels like shes inefficient now, its not so easy to shoo away her daughters troubles like she used to. Nevertheless, She does what she's best at,even today, She says a little prayer and dozes off.
Sometimes all you need is a conversation with your mom. Yes, its that simple. A medicine to a broken heart, a solace for a trouble mind, a shoulder to rest. Just letting her listen to your miseries is in itself a consolation. She doesn't need to come up with any solutions to your problems neither does she need to advice you on how to handle them. She just listens. And, that i find to be the most refreshing thing ever. No, not a hot shower, not droplets of rain on my window, not a hot cut of coffee, the single most comforting feeling for me is to have a 2-min conversation with my mother.
Its kind of a miracle, if you think of it. I am a 30 year old who doesn't keep my mother up to speed on everything that's happening with my life. I have too many things going on in my life that is good enough to put a sane person into an asylum. Sometimes I even dodge her calls when am down and out, just cause I can choose to. (To hell with caller id's). BUT, sometimes I do pick up my phone, lookup 'Amma' and just like that, hit dial. I don't tell her that I am having a problem, I don't tell her that I need comforting, I don't tell her anything. It all starts with her popping the worlds biggest mom-conversation starter, "Did you eat?" and from then on its a song, my most favorite one.
Then we talk, I slowly indulge her in my state of mind, she listens, she sighs and finally she says, "Its ok, it'll be alright." and Voila, there you have it, my heart feels like a feather. I smile and end the call feeling like I've conquered something, that I can eventually figure out a solution and move on. The day has just begun to look radiant again.
On the other side of the world, a mother has just ended a perturbing call. She is thinking about her daughters problems now. She has taken it upon herself to sulk away in sorrow until she knows that her daughter is fine. She knows that she did the right thing by holding her fort and asking her daughter to be strong, but deep down she is broken. As years passed by, she feels like shes inefficient now, its not so easy to shoo away her daughters troubles like she used to. Nevertheless, She does what she's best at,even today, She says a little prayer and dozes off.
1 comments:
How beautifully you write Dpka! And so rightly said about this beautiful relationship between a mother and her daughter. I hope I can be that sort of mother to my daughters as they grow up but I also hope I won't internalize their struggles but I will be able to egg them on to find their own solutions 🙂
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