It’s said that a girl’s best friend is her Mom. But not for me.
"Mom, I love you." This is something I have never said to my mom. I think we Malayalis lack this expressing their love in words. Anyways I do. Only once I have wished my mom on her birthday in FB with a picture and an elaborate message. After that I thought, I will never ever say all this to my Mom in person, then why showing off? Then and there I stopped the FB PDA thing.
Growing up I was an NRI father's child. A small chunk of my childhood was in boarding and when I started my 10th; mom and siblings came to join me. From then us kids and mom were together. For me, Mom was always a strict Mom. Extremely strict! She would scold me like anything if I did something or if marks turned out to be low or if some teachers complained about me or if I didn't obey her words or such normal stuff. I was literally scared of her. I never said anything to her because I was scared of her reactions. It was known fact among my family that my favorite parent is my Dad. Because he never said No to me. Never raised his hands against or even scolded me. So obviously he will be my favorite. I can't remember the number of times I have written: "I hate you mom" in my diaries and scribbled it and then tore it off too. I even started my blog only because mom read my dairies and even questioned regarding the same. I was never friends or even close with my mom.
But as years passed I began to understand her. She was all alone with three kids with no family around to help. And obviously, she expected more from me since I’m the eldest. Though not all the actions and reactions were justifiable for me, most of them were. Because the way she used to yell and be angry at me made me hate her so much and kept away from her. And actually whatever stupid things I did in life was because of that.
I know my Mom loved me the most. But that realization hit me in my mid-20s. She gave me so much of freedom, trusted me like no one else. The person I’m today is all because of her. I’m so much like her. Independent, stubborn, emotional, sensitive, hyper and don’t even ask me about the way I yell when my temper tips off.
We never understand our family when we’re young. Whatever they do and say turns out to be wrong for us then and even now at times. Maybe they’re not fully right. But they always wanted the best for us. When I was going through a hell-of-a-time, when literally everyone around me misunderstood me, only my Mom was with me. No matter what, at the end of the day they are with us, even if we want or not.
I love her. I hate her. Ultimately I love her. It just goes on and off. And I believe that’s how beautifully messy a Mother-Daughter relation can be. And today I am proud of that.
P.S. This post is inspired by Rekha's latest post. Thanks to her. Do check out her post.
I read Rekha's post yesterday. And, honestly I feel its in our Indian culture that we do not express our feelings openly. That's the reason we assume that our parents do not love us enough, especially, the mothers, since they were the disciplanarians. But thankfully, as we grow, we realise how much they really love us despite not expressing it.
ReplyDeleteYea.. thou late glad for the realization.
DeleteWhat a lovely post. I don't really remember hating my mom but I know my daughters definitely went through hating me! I was the one who wielded the whip and their dad spoiled them rotten.
ReplyDeleteI guess, every mothers are somewhat the same.
DeleteOh, I do understand! Been there, done that! Am I proud of it? Well, no. But I think I understand my mom more now which makes me appreciate all her doings.
ReplyDeleteSame here... :)
DeleteIt happens with most of us. As kids, we find difficult to understand our mothers but as we grow, as our responsibilities increase, we tend to go through the same emotions, our mothers have faced in their lives. It's only then we can fully understand them. However, every generation probably navigates through this phase. Well written.
ReplyDeleteThank you :)
DeleteSad truth of life... we are never really raised to voice our emotions of love towards our parents, are we? I see a lot of my family in your description... and I hope at some level, when the time comes, I will be a more affectionate parent.
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Family should be more expressive. We show our anger and the negative emotions, but the love, warmth and all are always missing. They are so deeply hidden.
DeleteWow, such a nice personal post. Infact I had a squabble with my mom today. I'm in a different city & she wont take care of hersel. And, it makes me so mad.
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