Every time, I sit down to write this, for some reason I am never able to ﬁnish it. My emotions take a stroll, leaving my eyes watery and making me want to ﬂy 7000 miles to my mom.
Mother’s Day is right around the corner and I can already feel the fluttering sensations as my heart misses a beat – not the good ones but the ones that make you sick to the core. Since my mom lives in a diﬀerent country, I thought I would skip the traditional gift-giving process and write my mom a letter. A letter of appreciation, a letter which will probably help me articulate better, my love for my mom.
My dearest Mamma,
I know you always told me that I would realize your importance after I get married, little did I know how accurate you were about this. I know this will sound so typical, but I just want to thank you for making me who I am today. There are so many things I want to thank you for, but ﬁrst I want to talk about how much I miss you.
You are till date, my favourite alarm clock.
I loved waking up to the sound of you every morning. But now I must set 10 alarms like a responsible adult to wake up on time. Mamma I know you’re just a phone call away, but I miss you scolding me every time I left the house without my dupatta and your hour-long lectures if my shirt length wasn’t long enough. Every time I come home after a tiring day and I don’t see you waiting for me at the door it breaks my heart. I just want to run to you, see you, and complain about how tiring my day was.
Mamma, no one here calls me to ask me if I have reached my destination safely.
I think I took you for granted every time you called to make sure I was safe. Mamma, I can’t even explain how much I miss your home-cooked food. God, I regret the times I chose Subway and McDonalds for lunch instead of the food you had cooked. Even a ﬁve star restaurant here isn’t able satisfy my cravings. So many people told me to just learn how to cook so I would have the privilege of tasting your recipes whenever I wanted to. But that’s okay, on my next visit I have a long list of things I want you to cook for me.
Mummy I know you purposely don’t call me much now. I know it’s for my own beneﬁt.
I know you want me to easily transition into my new life without missing you all – my first family, and the only one I have known till now. But mummy, a ten-minute call with you makes my day better. It gives me the strength to go by my daily chores.
I just want to thank you for giving us a happy home to return to every day. You sacriﬁced all your dreams so we could fulﬁll ours. I know raising children like us wasn’t an easy task. You were tired and exhausted but still pulled all-nighters every time I had exams. You knew how crazy I was about my birthdays and made each one special, one after another. You’ve always been so giving and never asked for anything in return. I guess that’s what motherhood really is.
If I ever become a mother, I hope to be like you; strong and tough, yet so loving and gentle.
Words cannot fathom how much I miss you. So this Mother’s day I just want to tell you this: Don’t worry your daughter is oﬃcially becoming an adult.
A person who didn’t know how to cook at all can now easily cook for a family of six. Someone who didn’t know how to juggle multiple things in life is now not only studying but is also working and taking care of her husband who may act like he’s ten at times. Mom you’ve taught me so many things in life and they have helped me so much. But mummy, out of all the things you’ve taught me, you forgot to teach me one little thing which is; how to live life without missing you every second of every day.
Your favourite daughter.