She's a fighter.
Today is Mothers Day.
I can't help but wonder how my mum is feeling today. Probably great sadness. How would I feel on Mothers Day if I had outlived my son.
My mum is the strongest woman I know. She is a fighter. Like no other I have ever met. She must have given that fighting spirit to my brother. And me.
She got married when she was 19. My Dad has been her biggest challenge in life. She probably wouldn't have discovered her fighting spirit had it not been for him. Need it be said that they were a bad match? Terrible, actually.
My mum has started so many independent businesses, I can't even count how many. All by herself. A woman in India, in the 80s and 90s, running her own businesses. Did I mention that she's a fighter?
She has a creative streak, she has been an interior decorator, and now runs a clothing business. She designs the clothes, has them tailored, and also runs a shop where she sells her designer clothes. She does it all. My dad does nothing. He stays home and lives off her. I wonder if she's a fighter because of, or inspite of, him.
My mum also almost single-handedly raised both my brother and me. She taught us to be independent, honest, honourable, loyal. She taught me to expect nothing less than perfection from myself, and from all others around me. I've learned this isn't the greatest quality, and I'm working on lowering my expectations of myself, and others.
My mum is a great cook. Not as good as my grandma, but she's pretty good. I wonder what else she could've been good at, if she had had the time to try. My mum has worked tirelessly her whole life to give her kids the best that money could buy. As kids we went to great schools, and holidays every summer. We couldn't have asked for more. She also gave us her love. I couldn't tell you when she stopped being my mum, and became my friend.
Today I feel immensely grateful for my mum being MY mum. She's given me her fighting spirit. And I will soldier on.
I can't help but wonder how my mum is feeling today. Probably great sadness. How would I feel on Mothers Day if I had outlived my son.
My mum is the strongest woman I know. She is a fighter. Like no other I have ever met. She must have given that fighting spirit to my brother. And me.
She got married when she was 19. My Dad has been her biggest challenge in life. She probably wouldn't have discovered her fighting spirit had it not been for him. Need it be said that they were a bad match? Terrible, actually.
My mum has started so many independent businesses, I can't even count how many. All by herself. A woman in India, in the 80s and 90s, running her own businesses. Did I mention that she's a fighter?
She has a creative streak, she has been an interior decorator, and now runs a clothing business. She designs the clothes, has them tailored, and also runs a shop where she sells her designer clothes. She does it all. My dad does nothing. He stays home and lives off her. I wonder if she's a fighter because of, or inspite of, him.
My mum also almost single-handedly raised both my brother and me. She taught us to be independent, honest, honourable, loyal. She taught me to expect nothing less than perfection from myself, and from all others around me. I've learned this isn't the greatest quality, and I'm working on lowering my expectations of myself, and others.
My mum is a great cook. Not as good as my grandma, but she's pretty good. I wonder what else she could've been good at, if she had had the time to try. My mum has worked tirelessly her whole life to give her kids the best that money could buy. As kids we went to great schools, and holidays every summer. We couldn't have asked for more. She also gave us her love. I couldn't tell you when she stopped being my mum, and became my friend.
Today I feel immensely grateful for my mum being MY mum. She's given me her fighting spirit. And I will soldier on.
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