One of my close friends recently went through a major surgery. The doctors had advised her rest of close to 3-4 months. She was disheartened as she was almost settled in her company performing pretty well. A loss of 4 months was too much to afford. But miracles do happen. She rang me up a month later and much to my surprise, she was calling me from her office! I asked her if she knew some magic and she said, “Suyash even I never thought I would be fit so soon, but it happened, and I would give 100% credit to my mummy, I myself don’t have a clue as to how did she do this, I love her sooo much!”

Humm now I got all my answers. Mummy is the word and we all love our moms, don’t we? I mean the doctor had prescribed her a rest of 4 months and her mother even denied the law of rest? They all are magicians aren’t they? With perfect timing, they are masters of handling any kind of situation.

How many times did we sleep without a bed sheet and when we got up in the morning we found ourselves wrapped up in warm colts. Just a couple of sneezes and she gets worried for long, and would suggest n number of ways, to overcome the cold and the fever. No matter I was right or wrong, she was always, always by my side, against the whole world.

I would like to tell all of my friends that during my childhood days I was addicted to sleeping with a hand on my mummy’s tummy. It acted like sleeping pills for me. My younger cousin brothers, Sakshu and Bittu can’t sleep unless and until they have a part of my Masi’s hair in their hands! I mean, why only moms? Dads have better tummies I guess, but I haven’t heard a case where a child is addicted to sleep while touching his/her dad’s tummy (may be because they snore too much), or may be holding a part of the dad’s moustache (may be because it hurts).

“Did you eat your breakfast? What did you have in your lunch? Beta, is there a possibility of coming home for a few days? Should I send some laddoos this time, you like home made mango pickles na? It’s too cold out there, did you purchase some warm clothes? How is everything going? In case if you need anything don’t hesitate, you can just ask for it.” These are questions that tend to irritate us sometimes, just because at times we are unable to understand the love and emotion that is attached with each and every question. We get irritated of answering the same questions ignoring the fact that our moms wouldn’t be able to sleep if even one of them is left unanswered.

I was the ‘first boy child’ of my family. I don’t exactly remember but my Mummy, my Masi’s remind me of days when I used to get up early in the morning before anybody else got up, my hair touching my shoulders and my mom running behind me to catch her semi nude son before he goes all naked! It was difficult for her to catch me, as I guess I used to be in huge rush being semi nude. She would finally pick me up, love me moreover dress me and then leave for household works.

I am 25 now, but her expressions haven’t changed yet. Whenever I go back home, she loves me the same way, the only difference being that she doesn’t have to dress me. It’s just that we get too conscious when our mothers try to be too caring or loving as we believe we are grownups. The only time when we become kids again is when we fall sick. We get ample of time to think of days when our mothers spent sleepless nights just because we are ill, all without any complain.

We consider ourselves to be mature enough to handle ourselves. There is a change in the attitude, but mothers never change. No matter how old we all become, they still see the kid which she gave birth to, the kid whom she fed every day, the kid whom she clinched and slept with. All I want to say is that lets be kids for our moms, let us not deprive them of the way they want to love and care about us, and I guess this is the least we can do to them as compared to the selfless love and care they have shared with us.