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Why my Mom is special

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My Mother is beautiful. I know you’re thinking every child thinks so as all Mothers are beautiful. But mine truly is, inside out.

My mother is an awesome cook and makes the best Moong Dal Halwa in the world, among many other dishes.  She is THE person everyone wants at all weddings in the family and among friends. I have lost count of the number brides she has mixed ‘Ubtan’ for, for their Haldi ceremonies. The wedding planning, execution, shopping and deciding the Menu, Mom is the one people consult.

Mom is a trained Bharatnatayam dancer too, and has given stage performances in college. She is a Graduate who got married in her final year of college. In fact she returned home to Bhopal immediately after her wedding, to take her final exams.

Mom has always been a homemaker.  Being the eldest, Dad and Mom took care of a huge joint family as my Grandparents passed away young. Dad has always maintained that all credit goes to Mom, he did nothing.  She is closer to his siblings and still talks more about her amazing in-laws than she does of her parents.

My sister and I learnt everything we know from observing her doing things. And Mom shows up in everything we do, in the way we keep house, the way we cook and serve, in the way we dress or in how we deal with people.

Yes, Mom does everything and does it brilliantly. The only thing she won’t do is, she won’t speak English. Make no mistake, she has attended an English medium school and college, she reads English and writes English BUT she won’t speak it.

When I saw English Vinglish for the 1st time, I bawled my heart out, throughout the film. Yes throughout. No one knew why I was sobbing away and at that point I couldn’t find the words to frame my thoughts. I could see my mother reflected in Sridevi’s character, Shashi, a person who feels inadequate despite being multi-talented, all because of her lack of confidence in speaking a certain language.

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Did we, or do we, feel embarrassed because our Mother does not speak English? No! In fact if at all we feel annoyed at her lack of confidence only because she feels she may be lacking as she does not speak a language, that isn’t even ours, fluently.

Would we like it if she spoke English? Only if she wants to.

On Mother’s Day I’d like my Mom to know that we love her as she is. We don’t think she lacks in anything, even though she may think she does. She has made our, and everyone around hers, lives beautiful with languages everyone understands universally, the languages of love, compassion and generosity. Those are the languages the world needs more of. Others languages can be learnt.

Linking up with Deepa at kreativemommy.com for a Mother’s Day Contest sponsored by Soul Srijan.

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