Dearest Mom,
Wish I could go back in time, hold
your hand and say a big “Thank You” for shaping my life the way you did.
Love, compassion, sincerity, faith
came easily in my operating system, thanks to your superb programming! While a
younger me would have not bothered about how important these values are, the
mom to be in me salutes your upbringing and how you effortlessly inculcated
just the right values in me.
While I can go on endlessly about
the beautiful things you taught me, this Mother’s Day, I remember the most important
virtue you taught me – Honesty
Honesty – with oneself, for you
always said if one is honest with self, one can be honest with others. People
might judge us from small instances which may not reflect our true character,
but our honest self is who we are when the lights are off and no one’s
watching.
Like all moms, you too dreamt of
me having a bright career and making a name for myself in this world. I
remember those pep talks on late nights when you would quietly enter my room
with a glass of milk and motivate me to chase my dreams.
You always believed in me, even
when on several occasions, my belief got shaking. One such incident was in the
7th standard. Being active in extracurricular activities, I was
asked to participate in an inter school debate competition. Now this was a strange
coincidence, for all participants other than me were much senior to me. While
my teacher showed her faith in me, somehow I got into the comparison mode and
began to fret thinking how I would compare with competitors senior to me.
Little did I know, I had a fairy
with a magic wand at home, who would set everything right with her small pearls
of wisdom. A mom doesn’t have to listen to her child to read his heart. She is
a human X Ray who reads the child’s heart from his face. I remember when I
showed signs of panic, you simply told me, “Don’t compare yourself with
anybody. Just give your honest efforts for yourself. No matter what the result
is, if you are honest with yourself and your efforts, the battle is almost won.”
Your words comforted the panicking me. Rather than comparing myself with other
contenders, I just focussed on being honest with myself and my efforts. My
preparation for the contest was no longer about me v/s others. It was about my
current v/s the best I can. And thus began umpteen rounds of improvisations,
and you patiently heard every version, dropping your little advise without
making me feel timid.
On the D Day, I may not have
known what my competitors had to say, but I knew I had made honest efforts for
myself and the stress of winning or losing no longer bothered me. As a result,
I breezed through the debate and unlike many other contestants, was in no
stress of forgetting my lines. For, my debate was all about what I honestly
felt about the topic, and not something I crammed up to impress the judges.
Like good v/s evil, honesty too,
wins hands down over all others. I won the contest against many others senior
to me.
I remember the spark in your eyes
when I handed you the award. For you, it may have been a moment of pride, but
for me, it was a life changing occasion – an occasion where I realized the best
in us comes when we are honest with our inner self!
Thanks mom,
#YoursHonestly
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Shaivi, this is such a sweet tribute to a mother. Mothers know how to deal with i child.
ReplyDeleteVery impressive Shaivi.. Felt like you are writing my feeling.. Thanks sweetis :)
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A wonderful tribute...we can never thank them enough though!
ReplyDeleteSo so true! and perfect! Each word!
ReplyDeleteGreat post!!!
Absolutely a heartfelt one.
ReplyDeleteYes...I do remember...it's becUse of exceptional 'Her', that we have been able to sail through the Tsunamis of our lives. Indebted to her...forever and ever!
ReplyDeleteYes...I do remember...it's becUse of exceptional 'Her', that we have been able to sail through the Tsunamis of our live
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