What the Macedonian Emperor Alexander’s mother wished for him? What did Gandhiji’s mother wished for her son? What did Swami Vivekananda’s mother prayed from God for her son? What all mothers’ of famous, infamous, sharp and dull, genius and general children wish for them? I think that wish is pretty common…. of long and healthy life and of over-all prosperity.
From conception to birth, to the child’s becoming a full-grown person, what all a mother feels, expects and does, every woman who becomes a mother, knows. Being a mother is the most precious joy and fulfilment for a woman. Of course depending on the situation in which she became a mother controls a lot of things, owing to the fact that the lives and expectations of women have changed in the process of receiving education and then achieving financial independence. Still, the joy of being a mother cannot be replaced by anything else in life.
In every culture around the world, mother-child relationship is considered to be the most divine of all. This is divine indeed, but it’s not divine in the same way as depicted by Hindi/Bengali movies I have watched. Not at least for me.
Of course Hindi/Bengali movies are the partial or full reflection of our society and culture, yet I differ. We hold a mother’s love as the most selfless, giving and great. Because she sacrifices her sleep, days and nights of her life in nursing her child, nurturing and taking care of his overall growth. She puts her son’s well-being as her highest priority…in this process, most of the time; she forgets or ignores her own well-being. That’s why she is great, her love is great. Yes, no one can love like a mother. I, as a mother, also think that no one on earth can be better than me in loving my son and taking care of his well-being.
I pray each day that he should grow up as a strong human being, with an honest character and independent mind and soul. Rest, how he decides to earn his livelihood and who will be his companion, completely depends on his own choice. Yeah, though it seems to be tough and near impossible for a Bengali mother, but this will remain a fact. ;) I’ll never try to control his life, that’s a lesson I have learnt from life: Not to control anyone and not being controlled by anyone.
However, I don’t consider that my love for my son is something so selfless…that I loved him and nursed him and kept awake for days and nights, sacrificed many pleasures of life for him….makes me someone great and divine. Simply because whatever I did for my son Moktaavya, I did out of selfish happiness. The day I saw him for the first time wrapped in a white clothe, reddish face, closed eyes and mouth…he was the most wondrous thing on earth… the day he smiled and looked at me, that was the most pleasing sight for my eyes…the day he called me Maa was the most fulfilling word for me. For a long period of time, he was the single most reason of my survival. I learned and unlearned so many things because of him. His birth gave me the status of a mother, without which every woman is incomplete, seeing him grow up was the most precious treasure of my life…after all the joy he has already given me, how can I say that my love for him is selfless? He already gave me everything that I might want from him.
My son, if ever you come across my blog in your life, I want you to know that I just want to be your mother, not someone great and divine, a simple mother, who does not think that she had sacrificed anything for you. I love you and will always love you for you took birth through me, and made me a mother, gave me the honor and immense joy of bringing you up to be a lovely boy with the cutest smile and the most beautiful and compassionate eyes on earth. I am so very proud of you, today. Tomorrow, I’ll feel proud of each and every growth I see in you as a good human being, and I will forgive you for all vices that might be in you, and knowing that you will overcome all of those with your own inner strength, sooner or later. You’re an extension of me…wherever you go, whatever you do, you remain a part of me.