God created woman in such that she carries the future in her womb. She is the world to the seed that becomes you from her flesh and blood. Her womb is your home for the first nine months of your life. She is a safe haven where you are nurtured and developed. In short, you owe your life to her. One can’t have a deeper or a closer relationship with anyone else. For a mother, her baby is the most precious aspect in her life, sometimes even more than her own soul mate. She does everything in her power for the happiness of her kids. Despite this, my relationship with my mother has been a journey of ups and downs.

As a child I had always been a papa’s girl, as most girls are I guess. Since mom was the one in charge of our day-to-day development, she was always the bad cop for being strict with us. Then came adolescence when both were our caretakers and they stopped us from doing things we liked. Even then, dad got away with being good cop because he was the one who gave into our requests and bought us goodies. This was the picture I had of my parents during my adolescence.

When I started working, my perceptions changed. My parents became my best friends. Until then, I had failed to see them in this light, but in this new phase of my life they became the confidants I could trust and depend on. The happenings of my daily life were narrated to them without missing a single beat and they listened to me as if they were hearing manna from heaven. Even at that time dad took the center stage in my life and mom never got her due for all she had done. Whatever she was doing for us was going unnoticed and I can only remorsefully say I took her for granted.

I failed to see the unconditional silent strength my mom provided for me in all my endeavors. I failed to see how much care and love she showered on me and how much in pain she was when I was in any sort of pain. I failed to see how my thoughtless actions affected her. I am sure coming from your own flesh it must have been more hurtful than I can imagine. Until we become parents we generally tend to not notice the sacrifices our own parents for our happiness. They make changes in their lives for our dreams and aspirations. We fail to see our selfishness in this relationship until something happens in our life.