Incident
1:
A few days back, I went for a movie. As usual, I was 15
mins early than the show time because I hate missing the trailers of the movies
yet to release.
Just before the security person allowed us to enter the
movie hall, we all were standing in queue.. In front of me, in the queue, there
were 3 friends together, girls. 2 of them seem to be single and 1 of them
seemed to be married since she was carrying a cute small baby of may be 1 or
1.5 years old in her arms.
The baby was fair as cotton ball and was dressed in red
jumper suit as if he was Santa Claus. He was such a cute little angel. Soon the
queue started getting inside, people started squeezing each other to get in as
if the movie was on the basis of first comes first.
On seeing this congestion, the baby got uncomfortable and
cranky and began to cry. But mother kept shaking him in her arms and kept
talking to her friends… Thinking the baby would stop crying.. But it didn’t, it
kept crying more and more. Finally, the mother opened her purse, gave the baby
a chocolate. And the baby was at ease for a while. I thought – “Wow! The baby
got the candy and it stopped crying. Was it that it really wanted? How nice of
mother to recognize its needs!” I was amazed.
Later, the movie started and the theater went dark. And
again the kid started crying. And again fortunately or unfortunately it
happened to sit in the row exactly ahead of mine. The mother made it sit in its
separate seat and still it cried more and more.
Finally mother took the kid in her arms and went out of
the theater. There, those 2 were alone. The baby who could not even speak, got
its mother’s time and attention away from movie and the congested crowd and her
friends. The mother pampered the baby’s back and patted his head again and again
wiping off its tears.
Ultimately, the baby got what it wanted. It got its
mother’s touch. Mother’s attention and care in solitude and it could sleep
peacefully. Even without words, it expressed its needs and I was touched.
And not to forget, the chocolate in his hands was still
unwrapped because that was not it wanted.
Incident
2:
This girl was in late twenties whom I have known very
closely. May be because I was her closest friend.
She was a cancer patient. She was on the second stage of
cancer and almost on the verge of proceeding to the third stage.
Doctors counseled her and explained her how much internal
radiation therapy was important for her to get well and live life.
Session by session.. doctors after doctors .. all tried
to make her agree for the radiation therapy because it was for her own good..
for her own survival.. but she was too scared of the pain… Already the cancer gave her so much pain that
she was not ready to bear the pain of treatment.
It just happened one day. That she just told her mummaa
that – “Mummaa.. it’s not that I don’t want to live.. Even I want to live..
because living means being with you.. But I am now too scared of this pain… because
day by day its getting worse and deadly… if the treatment is going to be more
painful than this pain even.. I might not survive the pain.. so I am scared…”
Mummaa did nothing. She just held her hand in her hers
and said – “Do you want me to be with you in ur radiation therapy session? I
will be there till u want…all the time during ur therapy session.. “
Don’t know what clicked that girl. For her, her mummaa
was her pillar of strength.. Although
her mummaa was too busy in her hectic schedule… But still she was ready to give her much
time for the treatment for her life.. for her betterment..
The thought itself was enough for the girl. She felt
loved. She felt important.. She felt she did hold some meaning somewhere in
someone’s life.. and that’s all she had seeked…
Just when she got assured that her mummaa is with her..
she got ready.. she got pacified….Now the physical pain didn’t even matter
since the emotional pain was healed..and the fear was overcome.. the fear of
being un-loved.. the fear of being not-important..
Now it didn't matter to her whether she will survive the cancer or not.. All she was contented with was she was important at least for someone...that too for the most important person in her life - Her mummaa..
Now it didn't matter to her whether she will survive the cancer or not.. All she was contented with was she was important at least for someone...that too for the most important person in her life - Her mummaa..
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Both
these incidents speak of only one thing…How important are mothers in our
lives.. Just their being there fills up every void and overcomes every obstacle
and fear and pain.. Just like the child, when it got to know that his mom was
all for himself.. the chocolate didn’t matter… it remained unwrapped.. because
it got mom’s love and attention.. and second case.. the girl.. as soon as she
got the support of her mummaa.. she became determined to overcome the physical
pain.. because she had got mumma with her .. all for herself.. These is what we desire all through the
life..being wanted.. being loved.. from may be boyfriends, friends, husbands..
but no love can be as unconditional as that of Mummaa.. We fail to understand that
its their laps and their hugs which is true paradise…and its only their touch
that heals us.. Value ur mothers… They are irreplaceable…
