Mothers! They seem to defy every rational or logical conclusion that I have drawn about human behaviour in general. It's almost as if they don't belong to the same species as the rest of us.
For one, I believe that every relationship in today's generation is a give-get transaction, not necessarily material. And still there are times when I can't understand why my mother gives me so much when I seem to be giving very little in return. Starting from the financial support, right up to the back massage when I am tired, to the comforting hug when I am scared and the hot cup of tea when I am studying for an exam, my mother has always been the giver in our relationship. There are times when she saved me from my dad, by pacifying him. I am twenty-one, and she still makes sure that I've had my breakfast on time. I know I am always in her prayers, and she makes it a point to call me even when she's on a trip, however inconvenient it might be.
It's incredible the way she knows exactly what is happening in my life, as she spends a lot of hours everyday with me. For no reason, I call her name and ask her to come to me. That is a some kind of fun to me. She knows what I want, when I have cried... it's hard... no, almost impossible to keep a secret from her. I mean I can always tell a white lie here, and hide some facts there, but at the end of the day, I know she knows; and she knows I know she knows. Even though I am a douche bag , she was never angry to me. Neither she spoke hard words nor did she raised her hand to beat me up.
She's been my best friend, confidante, role model, caretaker, teacher. She's the only one person I know who will give up the leg piece in the chicken for me. Seriously, who does that?
Obviously, I am grateful for having a person like her in my life. It scare me when I think about working in some other place, leaving my mother back in my home. I can't imagine I can succeed in doing that. Generally I am man with very few emotions, apart from being attached with my mother. I can make friends quickly and I keep up healthy relations with them. Whatever, all those still can't replace my attachment with my mother. Most of my friends confirm I am funny and praise my sense of humour. To say, all that credit goes to my mother. She taught me how to laugh, seriously. I am very much addicted to her pranks, trust me they are too damn good. She always wear that beautiful smile on her beautiful face. I am very glad that I've never seen a tear rolling down her cheeks, except in the sad occasion of my grand pa's demise. She never taught me how to live a life, she just lived hers and let me acknowledge it. I now possess that one outstanding credential of being strong and smiling in tough situations of life. I am very proud to have a mother like her. I am a momma's kid.
