Mother's Day - By Mrs.Golda David

அன்னையர் தினத்துக்கான நமது அறிவிப்பைத் தொடர்ந்து அம்மாக்கள் வலைப்பூ வாசகரின் பங்களிப்பாக Mrs.Golda David அக்கா இந்தப் பதிவை நம்மோடு பகிர்ந்துக் கொள்கிறார். மேத்யூ, அபிகேய்ல் என்று இரண்டு சுட்டிகள். அம்மா, மனைவி,சகோதரி, வீட்டு நிர்வாகம், அலுவலக வேலை என்று பல முகங்கள்! தன் குடும்பத்தோடு யூஎஸ்-ல் வசிக்கிறார். கோல்டா அக்கா, கல்லூரியில் எனக்கு சீனியர். அன்னையர் தின வாழ்த்துகள், அக்கா! அவரது பகிர்வு இதோ:

Last evening, I was checking Matthew’s home work and the topic he had learned in science was metamorphosis and he had illustrated some examples on a paper. Wow! Metamorphosis for Science! Great, not sure if we learned it in first grade. This morning while arranging his school bag I asked him “What is Metamorphosis? Give me an example”. He said Metamorphosis is a process of change, like and egg changes to a chick and a chick to a big chicken and a big chicken to a duck…. I was puzzled. He said “mommy for real” with his eyes wide open and in his innocence. We laughed and went off our way to start the day.

Our conversation was in my mind driving to work. I googled to learn more facts to have a good dinner table conversation and found this one about metamorphosis. How Metamorphic Rock Is Formed Metamorphic rocks are rocks that have "morphed" into another kind of rock. These rocks were once igneous or sedimentary rocks. How do sedimentary and igneous rocks change? The rocks are under tons and tons of pressure, which fosters heat, builds up, and this causes them to change. If you exam metamorphic rock samples closely, you'll discover how flattened some of the grains in the rock are.

Wow, very true. This Sunday is mother’s day. How many of us being girls thought that we would be morphed to a mom much different from our girl like nature. Well we even worried how to handle this. Well even our families are surprised when we brag about our kids and our mommy acheivements Isn’t it surprising to visualize our strength and power being a mom? Thanks be to God to have pooled us with the right person to make exceptional off springs who make excellent mommies.

As a kid I always went to bed early woke up early and did my own thing got ready didn’t had to worry if my sister or brother got ready, didn’t wait to ask them if they were ok or help them out, never waited for any one at the table. It was my way all the time and me first when it was to take turns. Selfish it sounds right. Sharing was beyond impossible. Most of you would have a same story.

What made me to preach sharing and taking turns and not be selfish and more forgiving? What made me to move many steps up to justify the mischievous actions of my kids as innocent? How many times have I bailed them out? How many times have I cleaned the mess and still willing to do it for my kids? How many sleepless nights have gone by with a smile? Oh wow! Patience does it sound like. Is it because I am a mom?

My friend came by one day and wanted to leave her kids with me for a while to catch up some sleep. Boy oh boy! Did I say I can watch while she slept peacefully? I did share her burden because I have been through that road once and know how tough it could be. I never did that once to my siblings. Why does being a mom makes u to step on others shoes quickly. I wasn’t when my sister got a big share of the chocolate. But what is wrong with me. I can give up even my whole share now. Kind hearted am I now. Is it the effect of being a mom.

Why do I cry when kids cry? Why do I run to catch a falling kid in the play ground? Why have my preferences changed. Something abnormal has happened to me during the 9 months of pregnancy. Well the baby juices have nourished me and flattened my rough edges by constantly pressuring me for the whole 9 months. Let us get back to my example. The rocks are under tons and tons of pressure, which fosters heat, builds up, and this causes them to change. If you exam metamorphic rock samples closely, you'll discover how flattened some of the grains in the rock are. During my pregnancy I had been totally changed to what I am now a metamorphic Girl = MOTHER. I had a tough labor almost 26 hrs but I was happy when daddy got to hold her first, then grandparents and all the others waiting to see her. Finally when she cried for food that’s when I got my turn to hold you and fill your tummy and coo you to sleep. They never experienced the joy until they saw you but I was there the whole time loving you by faith and disciplining myself by avoiding certain food which were my favorite choice and those bitter poison like medicine was downed into my throat for your sake. Hey you came into me and changed me inside out. How true it is! Wow miracle isn’t it for many of us.

Mothers are their children’s role model. Most children learn from their mother because Mother spends more time in the nest than fathers. Then you hear this “I am not your friend” “you are not a good mom” and such nonsense (our interpretation) but if it had happened with my siblings it would have been different. We let go off our sadness and still work with these little monsters that slowly wear us off but we still have cherish them. Ridiculous it may sound yet self less.

It is hard work to put things together in the right place having toddlers around but we arrange it for them and after a while let them do it under our supervision. Was it hard? Yes. Was it fruitful? Absolutely. Hey now my son can arrange his room makes his bed and he puts his dirty clothes inside the hamper. Wow!!. Well one day after an while in kitchen came to see the white chair cushion transformed to pink. Color only on paper not on walls and furniture. The marker went on a time out and you too for misusing it. Did they learn the actions and consequences. Every time out was a learning experience for becoming a better person. Did I inspire them to try and never give up. Did I remind practice makes perfect always to ensure nothing is impossible. Every single incident was a huge learning experience for all. Did it make me an intelligent and inspiring mom? It sure did.

So, Mothers day is a day of recognition by every human being for who they are it may have been rough and barren and lot less comfortable for many. Your beginning was the end of a girl who underwent metamorphosis. It would have not been taken well by many, some would not have guided. Motherhood is perfect gift if it was not passed on to you. please, make sure you pass on to your generations. This world will be a better place for you and for me and for our generations to come.