Yes, I love my Mom. Staying away from home is hard. I miss her. But sometimes I feel a little annoyed when she calls me frequently and checks my whereabouts and gets worried for little things. But the following simple incident made me love her more and in more genuine manner and made me realize how stupid I was to not understand her love and care for me.
The incident:
One day my mother came alongwith me to visit the place where I study. I showed her a few places in the town before taking her to my hostel. She made my room more organized than it was. I told her that she was a restless soul and we had a little chat then.
We were planning to have some food nearby but in the meanwhile my mother received a call and had to leave for home due to some reason. I got a little worried about how she will manage to travel in train without reservation with the problem in her back and her luggage so I told her to go the other day and I would make some arrangements for her. But she insisted that she had to go and she’ll be able to manage and then finally I dropped her at station.
The departure at the railway station was harder than I had thought. I said goodbye to my mother as the train horn honked. This swapping of places made me realize how hard it is for her every time when the the train starts moving, to stand there alone and wave goodbye with a smile even though she knows that in a while she’ll be miles away from her child.
Later I called her to assure that she got a seat. But there was disturbance in call and I could not get what she was saying. I called several times to check whether she’s safe and went all mad at her when she didn’t receive my calls. I took a sigh of relief when she reached home.
It occurred to me then, why does mom worry and care so much when I was put in somewhat her kinda situation. Be it a difficult situation, the first word to come out of my mouth before my mind even processes it, is of her or be it a good news, she is the first one I would love to share my happiness with. I called and thanked her for always being there for me and understanding me even when I didn’t understand her.
I Love My Mom.
