Is there any mom out there who could make lunch even for her 1st standard daughter with no complaint from her? The food you make is tasteless, it is repetitive, it is not considered delicious for her class' standard and so on. No matter what you do, the kid will have her reason to dislike it. Probably that is what you did with your mom - check her laughing if she is around seeing this!
You know what, there is a beauty in mother-daughter relationship. Your mom will have suggestions for your hair style. You won't like the dresses your mom choose for you as they are always old fashioned. Mom always complains about your hobbies because you need time to do something else as a girl. Your choice of friends always makes her worry for no apparent reason. Oh, may be, none of them. Yet, it is hard to find a day go without a little fight and a random quarrel between you and your mom. And the wonderfulness is that on top of all these illusionary misunderstandings you both build a beautiful love and its vastness is inconceivable. There is a phase where you and your mom start appreciating each other. The older you grow the more you admire your mother and so is the
admiration of your mother for you.
I don't know whether she had these moments with her mom. Holding her mom's hands, she walked through the neighbourhood to serve the poor. She rejoiced at the arrival of hungry people to their home every day. She learnt not to hesitate in helping people with disease. She was supported when she had decided to devote herself to God's service. She was allowed to spend her time in the slums of a foreign land. She was guided by her mother until her mother died - she was 62 years old then. They are truly amazing mother and daughter.
How great it is! The seed, the root and all the branches are her mother. With all this impeccable energy, the glorious "little flower" become so grand and she - the manifestation - remains the symbol of love, peace and service and she so aptly honoured with Nobel Peace Prize. This is the very nature of life: it is not the bricks, it is not the iron rods inside gets appreciated when you talk about the building. And that unnoticed love, and those many unnoticed love deserves the day, the Mother's Day
Kovil Pillai P.
You know what, there is a beauty in mother-daughter relationship. Your mom will have suggestions for your hair style. You won't like the dresses your mom choose for you as they are always old fashioned. Mom always complains about your hobbies because you need time to do something else as a girl. Your choice of friends always makes her worry for no apparent reason. Oh, may be, none of them. Yet, it is hard to find a day go without a little fight and a random quarrel between you and your mom. And the wonderfulness is that on top of all these illusionary misunderstandings you both build a beautiful love and its vastness is inconceivable. There is a phase where you and your mom start appreciating each other. The older you grow the more you admire your mother and so is the
admiration of your mother for you.
I don't know whether she had these moments with her mom. Holding her mom's hands, she walked through the neighbourhood to serve the poor. She rejoiced at the arrival of hungry people to their home every day. She learnt not to hesitate in helping people with disease. She was supported when she had decided to devote herself to God's service. She was allowed to spend her time in the slums of a foreign land. She was guided by her mother until her mother died - she was 62 years old then. They are truly amazing mother and daughter.
How great it is! The seed, the root and all the branches are her mother. With all this impeccable energy, the glorious "little flower" become so grand and she - the manifestation - remains the symbol of love, peace and service and she so aptly honoured with Nobel Peace Prize. This is the very nature of life: it is not the bricks, it is not the iron rods inside gets appreciated when you talk about the building. And that unnoticed love, and those many unnoticed love deserves the day, the Mother's Day
Kovil Pillai P.
Comments