Mother’s Day 2018: Different Strokes

It may sound clichéd but Mother’s Day every year, the second Sunday in May, evokes various emotions and thoughts about Motherhood. The Thumb Print brings different perspectives from women across India

RATNA SINGH, Naturalist

Beads of perspiration were beginning to form on the man’s forehead and he used his arm to wipe away the sweat (and I suspect a few secret tears). He hiccupped and with a weakening spirit ploughed back into the gigantic mound of rice and chicken curry, while my mother looked on indulgently at her guest. Good hospitality in Indian tradition is directly proportional to how well you feed your guests.  My mother therefore is universally accepted as an excellent host and her generosity is one of the things that I most cherish.

Our home is a haven for all sorts of animals, especially dogs and mother thinks nothing of rushing out to town 35 kms away to visit the vet if a dog is but perceived to have a cough. Our family car doubles up as the rural ambulance that would often speed off into the night to the city hospital with the ill accompanied by my most determined mother. She isn’t a complete goody-two -shoes either. Mama enjoys the occasional smoke and not unusual for her to borrow a ‘beedi’ from the gardener; She is always up for pranks and slapstick humour which makes her a rage locally and disgruntles the victims routinely. While the numerous “Days” are getting harder to keep track of, I am glad for ‘Mother’s Day’, as I am guilty of not appreciating her enough each day. 

INDRANI RAIMEDHI, author and journalist

Being a mother has made me creative tolerant and nurturing. I would rate motherhood as my best success ever.

NAZIA SULTANA, television journalist

 

A cord is what connected me with my mother even before I was born … that umbilical bond got established in the womb … and the journey of that seamless transition from one cord to another … that is the bond that attaches me and my mom … the bond of heart! Well, that sweet and sour relationship had elements of deep selfless love from her side … which I realise now when I have become a mother myself. Now I have realised when my son accuses me of loving my daughter more than him and the exact words of my mother echoes in my mind “you will understand that it’s not true when you will be a mom yourself” (in reply to my accusations that she loved my sister more than me). This journey of bonding continue even now when she is no more, no more to tolerate my tantrums, no more to run her fingers through my hair, no more to kiss me when I leave the house, no more , no more to subtly run her hands over my forehead, no more to tale care when I fall sick, no more to feel proud or give me feedback when I do my newscasts, no more to shower her love on my kids, no more to listen patiently to my problems, no more whom I call someone “Ma”. You are missed terribly each day!

RESHMA KRISHNAMURTHY, Founder Mums and Stories, Mum, Traveller, food and movies lover

I do feel other’s day is hyped like valentines and many other such days that have caught the fancy of mums and youngsters. But it is important we discuss bring out ad campaigns that reflect new age parenting, aspirations of mums, blogs that talk on why mums need to share so that society and families ideally do make mums feel important and give her equal rights as others in in the family.