To My Mother

May 10 of every year is known as Mothers' Day. I don't know why Mothers' Day is just one day. Mothers should be celebrated every day. We might not notice, but they are a unique set of individuals with superhero skills. They would shower us with unconditional love, and we wouldn't even notice it. They would cry behind closed doors, and we wouldn't even know. They would get sick but we will still get our meal on time. They will be tired but our clothes will be washed and the house will be cleaned. Here we are trying to compare yourselves to our mothers and its starting to look like a joke. How can we compare ourselves to a goddess? 

Only my mother and I know about the things she had to go through because of me. It took me a long time to realize that all those things she did, she did to protect me. She was a working mother, I saw her waking up every morning at 4.30 AM to cook. She always listens to the radio while cooking and we would wake up just as the obituary notices start. She would give us tea and ask us to get ready to go to school. My brother usually is a very peaceful person, no trouble from him. Me, on the other hand tried to find every reason possible to cut school. My mothers always saw right through me, she knew what exactly I was doing. 

I use to fight with my mother and write letters about how I felt. Those letters were put in her office bag thinking she might accidentally come across it and read it. I can't remember if she ever read those. One day the fight was really bad I even tried to run away from home. I now remember I was just 13 years old. I took my clothes put it in a bag, went to the road and stood under an old tree, all I could think was if I leave, my mother would cry and whatever I did, I hated seeing her cry. I went back home. After 15 years I told her this story and we all had a good laugh. The memories were fun.  

Another thing I remember is she taking me to my Elocution Class. She made sure that I went to my Elocution Class right on time, even when the teacher said that I am no good and I will never be good in English. My mother would drag me on the road and take me to that class. All that effort didn't go to waste. I cannot count the times I lied to her and cut classes. Sometimes I would just cut classes and stay home. Sometimes I would go and eat KFC with my friends. I never told her about the parents' meetings at school. I was too scared to get scolded by her for my grades. I was not a good student at school. She didn't know I was never in class during my A/Ls. She didn't know I hated school. 

The best thing she did for me was putting me to a job just after school. Until today I would say that, that was the best thing ever happened to me. Things changed after I started work, I got my self educated as much as possible and moved jobs, got promoted, and moved jobs again. One thing never changed, I was still that rebellious child and I am still her rebellious child. 

I know she will never have peace when I'm around, we will always fight, we will always have misunderstandings, she will always be on edge, but that woman is a superwoman. She made me who I am, she is my inspiration, she saw me at my best and she saw me at my worst, she never let me go. I would say that I am still alive because of her. Not only to me, but she is also the rock in my family, she is the glue that holds everything together. She taught me the value of being a family, she taught me to question everyone and everything. Sometimes when I question things it's too late. She would later say " I told you soooo". 

Just like my story, you will also have a story about your relationship with your mother. That experience is unique to each of us. We might become mothers and fathers someday and we will realize what our parents went through. If you haven't spoken to them recently, speak to them. If you haven't laughed with them recently, make a joke and laugh. If you haven't told them you love them, tell them now. They are not here to stay with us forever. Make this time count.

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