Dear Amma,
I
am sorry. This is an apologetic post for being that daughter who
probably fulfilled all the dreams in your eyes when it came to the
outside world but missed it totally when it came to household work. All
those days when I should have helped you but instead lay on the bed like
a sloth and read Harry Potter books over and over again, all those days
when I knew the efforts it took you to give everything to me on a
platter but still thought I can relax only when I come home, all those
days when I saw you working non-stop from 5 in the morning to 11 in the
night but still thought "It's amma. She is used to it and she is built
that way". I am sorry for all those days.
I
know you don't mind it even now, because you are indeed built that way.
You are okay as long as I am. Never once have I heard you complain that
I am not helping you at home. When all the members of the family
complained one or the other time, you were the one who supported me
saying "Let her rest. She has come home for only 2 days". You like work
and hate sitting idle. If someone makes you sit idle, you'd doze off.
Even if you're in a public place. That shows how much you work and how
less you sleep. I get how that feels now because let alone sitting, if
you ask me to just stand for a couple of minutes, I will doze off. The
physical work and reduced sleep does that to you and I am not doing
even 1/10th of your day's work.
Today
as I try to complete the household chores, I try to be you and I
realize how difficult it is. It always seemed so easy to be you - a home
maker with the entire 24 hrs of the day at hand. But yours is the
toughest job on earth. I can vouch for that anywhere and anytime. When I
was young, I remember asking you why your hands are so rough and you
used to smile and then say, "With age, it becomes like that" or some
answer of the sort. Now I know- Yours became rough so that mine could
stay soft. Now I know the reason of everything you do. It's always the
family. When you used to teasingly tell me that I will understand the
intricacies when I am a woman running a family, I shrugged it off. Every
single thing you said, seriously or teasingly, is true.
I
call you a hundred times today. Asking myriad doubts of all kinds. You
have all the answers, the work-around, solutions for my mess ups ready.
Now I think back of what more I should have done at home. I sincerely do
hope that my future daughter listens to me earlier than I did to you. I
hope that she realizes things at a faster pace than I did.
Love,
Your lazy daughter who got a tight slap from life
and has been forced to face reality.
and has been forced to face reality.
9 comments:
I can relate to this so much. Having taken up the household duties (temporarily), I find myself not only incompetent to not only complete necessary chores on time but also, the very pathetic quality of the work I do manage to do around the house. It is incredible to realize how much our mothers have slogged around the house all these years and we barely if ever noticed it. Now that I sometimes go and visit my mother who lives with my maternal grandparents, I can pin point all the tiny little extra things she does for me to make life easier. And I make it a point to thank her. Yes, I will gradually come to the point of returning the favour too. But no matter how hard I try, I cannot let my degraded sense of cooking replace her excellence in the kitchen.
Beautifully written. :)
I don't know why but I have tears in my eyes after reading this.
I think of my Mom and it's very true. Mom's are superwoman!
I hope this letter gives me a pinch and makes me realize I need to pay attention
so poignant.....
such weighted words and such a harsh reality...:(
Thank you all, Yes, we do know how much moms do for us but never take the time to notice and acknowledge it at the least. I realize it today when I am in the position to run a household all alone. This confession is just a start of a long debt that is never repayable.
Beautifully expressed, Keirthana. We never realize our Mom's super power till we get married and start shouldering responsibilities. They were super women, no doubt!
Moms are Gods in disguise
A beautiful and heart warming letter to a Mother. They are the best and have such a tough role to play to make their children happy.
Beautiful Soumya.
http://vishal-newkidontheblock.blogspot.com/2014/07/an-orkut-love-story-chapter-14.html
HOMEMAKER ------- > the most difficult profession of all
Dz seems to be my story too..moms r always the best!! Thanks for sharing ...;-)
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