Too
Good To Be My Mom
She is too
good to be my mom. I can’t believe she is more than my biological mother. She
has the spring of love and the mother in her. I am marveled at her sadness
because a casual employee of her office has been shown the door. It’s rare,
indeed. She tells me she will go for a hunger strike in protest and demand the
reinstatement of her casual colleague. I understand JNU made her a human being
sans selfishness. She has asked me with affection and expectation: ‘Son, you’re
the boss of your office. Would you ever fire an employee?’ I understood. She
does not expect her son could be inhuman. I said, ‘No, mom I wouldn’t.’ She
asked for my suggestion as to how to deal with the situation. I said, ‘Mom, don’t
be aggressive. Try to get the sympathy of the boss, persuade him gently. That
will work.’ She agrees. Tomorrow she will approach the boss. I’m sure she will
succeed. She has the empathy, and that will give her strength and power of
persuasion.
Can such a person
be my mother? I have doubt. Yet I know she is my mom. She has all the qualities
of an ideal mother. A mother is goddess incarnate. She is like that. I learn
many things from her everyday. Her kindness and empathy make her charming. I’m
told she likes to describe herself as rocking and charming. Yes, she is
rocking, and I sleep everyday on her rocking lap. She is charming because she
has the grace of a mother. She is my ananya maa, unique mom.
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