Dear Mom,
I know I am too small to
even make an attempt, but I am writing this letter to you to express my
gratitude.I am what I am, because of your unconditional love that will always
continue to be there for me. I am indebted to you from all corners of my heart
and I know I will never be able to repay any of it even if I try for a thousand
years.
Even before I was born, you
are the one who endured all the pains that I have caused you.
Since my childhood, you had
provided me warmth of your cozy lap. I slept on it throughput the night, while
you were awake watching me.You are the one who always looked over me. Your eyes
sparkled when I was with you.
You cried, when I cried. Whenever
you saw me writhing in pain, your heart bled in silence.
You cried, when I first
stood up on my feet and walked. Whenever I stumbled, you were always there to
hold my hand.When I fell down and got hurt, the agony was all yours, but you every
time helped me stand up.
You cried, when I laughed
for the first time. But whenever you saw me smiling, you were even happier
inside. Little did I realize that you sacrificed your own happiness and joy seeking
mine.
You cried, when I first
uttered the word ‘Mommy’. But I could not notice your tears, when I hurt you
with my dreadful jabbering.
You had been my first
friend, philosopher and guide. I have made many more friends over the years,
but whenever I needed a real one, your heart understood without me uttering a
single word. When I faltered, you were always there to guide me.I knew there
would always be one person behind me when I needed support. Whenever I needed a
hug, your arms were always there outstretched to embrace me.
Even if you stayed hungry, my
tummy was always full. Your hands burnt cooking, but my smiling face was your
soothing balm.
With infinite patience, you
were the one who tolerated all my mischiefs. And as mischievous as I was, I
left no stone unturned to exploit you. I created chaos of my own wrongdoings,
but you were the one who always cleaned up the mess.
You are the one who always
made me feel special, without me returning the favor.
Today is the International
Mother’s Day, today is ‘officially’your day. But 24 / 7 / 365 you have always
made every day our day. So for me, every day was, is and will be your day.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom!
- Your Beloved Son/Daughter
**** Dedicated to all mothers ****
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