Ammu’s art..

Ammu’s creation for Mother’s day!

Ammu drew this on her own and coloured it using crayons. The 2 human figures represent me and her

Linking this to the July Artsy Craftsy at Mindful Meanderings!

Dear Mummy..

I so wish you were here…

She loves him, adores him to bits. She fights with him, bickers with him over TV time and the remote. She fights us all… for him… fiercely protects him we’re not allowed to say anything to him or about him even in passing that she considers inappropriate. In a way she’s devoted to him She sheds copious tears when he has to go to Mysore.. and tells that he should never ever go again….

Its wonderful and heart warming to see this granpa – granddaughter relationship And at each instance, even as my heart fills up with pride n joy, I’m only reminded of you… of how she would have loved you so… of all that happiness…the lil joys. Had you been here ..with us. Oh how i miss you! Miss seeing and experiencing the lovely bond between her and you!!

It kinda hurts to know that she cannot even relate to you.. for you werent around when she came into this world!! Oh mummy, i wish..i wish you were here… more than ever… for her.. for you… for us!!!

A simple soul…

She was born in a conservative middle class family. She had a flair for learning, and education helped her get out of the shackles of  age old thinking and orthodox customs…

She braved all odds and joined work in a place that neither she nor her family had ever heard of, which was a courageous thing to do in her time!

She gave her three girl children the freedom to think and to do the things, that would have been unthinkable in the place where she came from…

She never craved for a boy baby, at least her girl children never sensed such a thing…

She sometimes didnt let them go for the school trips, it was her love and some protective instincts that took over from time to time…

She refused to invest in gold jewelry and dowry for her daughters, since she believed in the investment called education…

She didnt choose the ‘reservations’ way, for she believed in her children’s ability…

She sometimes warned them to beware of their friends’ intentions, she didnt want them to be hurt for trusting…

She only trusted cool cottons, and her daughters followed suit…

She was a natural… no lipsticks and nail enamels, no fancy jewelery and accessories for her, and… her daughters never craved for these…

She efficiently multi-tasked, making everything seem effortless; its only now that they realize how difficult it would have been with 3 kids!

She saved up on auto fare and walked to work; just so that she could spend some more on her children…

She rejected the supposedly good marriage proposals that came, in favour of higher education for the girls…

She made sure that they are well educated and hoped that they secure financial independence…

She didnt talk about feminism or equal rights, but lived it… making her children believe that there’s no other way to live…

She instilled in them, values and a sense of pride, rather than traditions and customs. She made them what they are !!

She never taught them using words but endeavoured to imbue the lessons through her actions.

She was a visionary in her own way, our Mom!!

An year ago, on Mother’s day, overcome by emotions, i started this blog! Today, i fondly remember my mother and think of all that she has passed on to us. A blog post can never do justice to my feelings… coz they would fill an ocean and more. Nevertheless, i’m writing down some of the very significant things that have touched and shaped our lives!! Hoping to pass on these values to our children!!!

Happy Mother’s Day to all mothers and also to the children who celebrate their mothers!

ETA: Added a few more thoughts and nominating this post to BlogAdda’s ‘Tribute to your Mom‘ contest. Here’s a gift for my mom, courtsey Pringoo .. though words can never tell how much we miss her! Also seen on the sidebar.

On Mother’s day!

Three cheers to Ammu n Adi…for giving the joys of motherhood…for helping me rediscover my strengths and making life sooooooooo colourful and soooooooo full of life..

Thinking of Mother’s day, my mind is filled with mixed feelings n thoughts…memories of my mom and the memories of my own journey to motherhood. My mom’s simple joys, her struggles and battles..my own little struggle n my joys of being a mother…all at once. Though my mom is no more, I’m sure that she is with us all the time..in our joys..n our struggles..giving support n helping us be better humans. She’s the bond that holds us sisters together n I hope n wish that we remain like this for all times to come…bonding ever more n supporting each other through thick and thin…

Bless us Mom, so that we can live our lives with courage and conviction…just as you would have wanted us to.