Ever wondered about the ‘Mom’, ‘Mumma’, ‘Mum’, etc, motherly terms that have been today replacing those conventional ones like ‘Maa’ & ‘Mummy’? I tell you my story! I call my Mother “Mum” and this was not lately to make a statement like the new era children. Rather, this name dates back to when I was merely 10 months old, started speaking and addressing her. As usual I had difficulty in uttering the word ‘Mummy’ like other children. I called water as ‘mum’ which was quite easy for me. Thus after several unsuccessful attempts by others to make me learn “mummy”, I although learnt ‘pani’, but ended up calling her ‘mum’ forever, even till date. 😛 She is as vital as water in my life as life seems incomplete without that drop of life named of “Mum”. She’s that ‘water-factor’ which keeps me cool when I’m in my haughty moods.
Today, although I have grown up gradually, but my Mum is ever young and beautiful. When the two walk together on the streets of style, people seldom say ‘The 2 SISTERS look perfect together’. When dad’s friends ring up home and mum picks the call, she is addressed as “Beta, Papa is there?” and when I pick it I get embarrassed by “Namastey bhabhi!”… Credit goes to our similar voices! And these terrible experiences have forced me to think as if her age has turned stagnant, with me, growing older by every birthday and mum growing younger having been re-born on my every birthday. And, I do envy her for this! 😀
My mum is my mother for all but a BFF for me. If I am her shadow, mum is my shade. With every birthday, mum has grown and evolved with me. Be it, my’ first crush, my best friends, affair or break-up, there is no stone unturned for mum. Like the best-est of friends, she has known each and every aspect of mine and has been there as her pillar of support in all ups and downs of life. Not every mother in this world is cool and gutsy enough to talk to her daughter’s *male friends* as well, not as a strict guardian but as a fellow friend. What for? Well, just to judge those boys to make sure I am in the right company! :’)
We look a-like, we think a-like, we dress a-like! So, are we alike! 🙂 Here’s how my #MomsDayOut turned magical! ^_*
People say that we are the mirror image of each other and every time she opposes that by saying that I’m my dad’s replica. But these compliments make me connect more to her and feel proud to be her lookalike. When W for Woman sent us same kurtas for Mother’s day #MomsDayOut it was my chance to prove her wrong this time. Finally, she herself admitted that we look quite alike.
Though, W goodies arrived a bit late (when Mother’s day just passed by), it was indeed my privilege to prove her every day is a mother’s day for me when she is around, no matter whether it is a Mother’s day or all other 364 days of the year.
And yes! If on 1st August, 1991, a mother was born when I turned on… the best miracle that could ever happen in my life was my MUM. Dear Mum, I owe you what I was yesterday, whatever I am today and what so ever I would be tomorrow.