Mom, I love you.

And I know, you Love me too.

You have always been there for me.

You have always been with me.

I did pee on your expensive saree.

I did break your most cherished flower pot.

I did give you more pain than any one else can ever give you.

I did make you cry.

But I know, you still Love me.

And you will always Love me.

Mom, I love you too.

Mother is an amazing 'thing'(let me call her that for the moment), ain't it? We are born out-of-her. We are, so to speak, a part of her body. An inseparable part. We do come out and become two separate 'things'. But our hearts, continue to beat for each other. We love her, and she loves us. I happen to believe that a mother child relationship (I am not being biased to the father child relationships, more of this later ) is the most sacred of all 'relationships' known to man, and I am sure most of us do agree (at least) on this one.

Ever wondered why, in almost every popular language (surely in the ones I know), a mother is called with a sound similar to 'M'? Mother, Mom, MAA, MATA, AMMA, MUMY, mère (french), mamá (spanish), ????, ????, ???????, ?????? (russian). Or why a kid learns to say 'maa'(or the corresponding word in her 'mother' tounge),before anything else, across the world? Why not say, papa or dad (poor fathers, I sympathy you)? May be it's because when we drink our mother's milk, the most natural sound that comes out has the 'M', beautifully crafted in it. The child, unknowingly (or knowingly) learns to speak his 1st word, and it becomes his most cherished word, forever.

Such a beautiful relation, such a selfless bond is non existent in any other form of (human) relationship. The child wants her/his mom, every second. In her closeness, in the warmth of her body, in the smell of her sweat, in the touch of her hands, in the smile on her face, the child discovers happiness and a feeling of fulfillment. Some scientists have predicted, that a child, with her almost developed ear system, can listen to her mom's voice, even when she is just 7 month's old (2 month's before she is born). No wonder, a child can easily differentiate between a granny and her mom :-).

Mother, on her part does her best she can to love her child as much as she can. If there was a way to love more, no doubt, she will love more. A mother takes care of her kid, selflessly, without expectations, without asking for anything in return. She goes through so much pain, so much blood, only a mother knows whats it like to bring up a child. Deeply in love, she showers everything she has; her life, her feelings, every bit of her; as if, dying to just fall in love, more, every day.

As we grow up, she teaches us to differentiate between the 'good' and the 'bad'. She is our first, true, teacher. Remember your mom teaching you the rhymes which defined our childhood? She grows with us, she is a child when we are child and a friend when we grow up. Slowly, somewhere in between, our childhood friend becomes our mentor, our guide, our spinal chord in every decision we take. She makes uncountable sacrifices, for us, and yes (unlike your spouse), she never counts them. She is still, in deep love, as always.

The food she cooks has so much love filled in every bit of it, it simply dwarfs the expensive lunches you may have at a five star resort. She is amazingly 'perfect' at everything you can think of. She is our Idol, in a sense. Guys usually want their wives to have the 'values' his mom has. Girls strive to be 'like-mom'. Mother's too, finds her child (now grown-ups) the 'best' in the whole world. They may be fat, but you ask a mother, and she will always give you ten reasons why her child is 'so weak'. The beauty of Love, surpasses every other form of a beauty, in its sheer selflessness, intensity and quality.

WOW..!!!

As I write this, and co-relate it with my mother (am sure you are co-relating with your mom too :-) ), I feel so blessed to be born to her. It's because of her that I (and you) exist. All the beauty of this world, you can see today is because she gave birth to you and nourished you, with her blood. The gift that no one else but your mother could have given you; And she did give a lot more. You know that :-)

As you read this, and if you feel the way I am feeling right now, call your mom (or go to her if you stay with her) and say "thank-you" for all she has done for you. Just call her and say "I love you". She knows that alright, but just once, do it. May be, it will bring a smile on her face. You know she deserves that smile. Don't you?