Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Mothers


Once a year, it is “Mother’s Day.” It is the day of delightful greetings and simple gifts for mothers. And mothers love to have them from their children as they have always love their children – very much more than their children loving them. The standing truth is that motherhood is a  - whole year – 365-day maternal burden and delight, a mother’s daily 24/7 responsibility and affection. That is why – without going to the superfluity of saying that everyday should be “Mother’s Day” – it is but proper and right to think and reflect on the inherent nature and ingrained finality of motherhood, before, during and even after “Mother’s Day.”

If there is something really significant and always-relevant reality to affirm and celebrate about mothers, such precisely is their very intimate connection and very distinct relationship with the children they themselves lovingly and tenderly brought into the world. Just for the record, it is but fair and proper to ponder upon certain basic truths inherently appended to the mother-and-child relationship. This is in no way meant to underrate the important role of fatherhood. But, the mother-and-child phenomenon is definitely deeper in significance, implications and consequences. Why?

It is the mother who carries her child in her womb for some nine continuous months, night and day, rain or shine. It is then that she makes her child share her own blood, feed on her own digested food, partake of her own breathe. And as her child becomes bigger and heavier in weight, so it is that is also becomes progressively difficult and tedious for the mother – irrespective of time of the day, the place she does to and occasion she participates in. That is why much more than mere bonding, there is a veritable communion between mother and child, viz., close union plus continuous interaction between them.

It is the mother who eventually gives birth to her child with pain and joy, with worry and anticipation. And it does not stop here. She gives her own milk to her child. She bathes and clothes her child. And progressively hereafter, the mother teaches her child how to eat, how to talk, how to walk. Thus it is that the child feels so safe and comfortable in the arms of her mother. Thus it is that the child trusts no one else more than his or her own mother. And thus it is that loud cries are heard when a child is taken away from the mother – until this is back in the mother’s arms and care again.

It is the mother who cooks for her child, who buys her child clothes to wear, who watches over her child when sick, plays with her child when already well. It is the mother who buys her child notebooks, pencils, and book, who accompanies her child to school – waiting as well for her child to bring this back home. No wonder then that the child has come up with many terms to say mother: Nanay, Nay and Inay, Mama, Mom and Ma – to mention a few.

No wonder then that mothers have some kind of a mysterious built-in antenna that makes her aware one way or another, about the plight of her child – specially so when the latter in involved in an accident, immersed in a big trouble or intense pain and suffering. Nanay, I love you!