The Purpose of Existence of a Mother on this Earth

Dear friends,

This is about me and only me. If all the mothers can relate to this feeling then I would say the existence of a mother on this earth is fulfilled. According to me when God created this world, (this part is strictly for the believers of course) God had in mind first only the existence of children, their innocence, their well being, their health, love to spread on this earth, but then he also wanted to create someone who would give all this to the children. Thus came the existence of the mother. Mother, a symbol of love (mamata), an image of someone who is caring, loving, soft spoken, full of empathy, a healer, a support, someone who nurtures. He created mother and also filled her with all these needs. The world was now filled with beautiful children and mothers to take care of them, to nurture them, to groom them into beautiful adults. Readers may keep pondering as to how I have completely kept the role of the father out of this. But please do not get distracted, I mentioned in the beginning this is about me.

So to continue from where we left, the mother became the confidante, a guide, a friend, a support and all that the children required. Then the world became a sophisticated place, with mothers role getting diluted with chores she was not meant to do, with responsibilities she was not meant to take, with the feeling of love and care getting replaced by feelings of ambitions and equality. The mother started paying more attention to the new roles that she had adoned and her original role started fading away. The children were now kept with surrogate mothers (the maids and the bais), who were young girls who are yet to become mothers and thus came into existence a new role (psychologist) who counselled the mother to pay more attention to the original role and gave her the assurance that she has the capacity to do both.

I started this post to express how I feel today, when my son is 17 yrs of age, who has shaved his beard for the first time yesterday and talks about manhood. I watch him everyday turning into a wonderful human being, a handsome young man, an intelligent person with a thought process of his own, his own individuality, his likes and dislikes, his way of blending into situations, his ways of making me happy, his mannerisms of complaining and what can I say. My heart fills up with such content, when I see that this bundle of joy whom I had nestled and cuddled as a baby, whom I watched turning from and infant to a toddler, with whom I spent hours of joyful play, watched with him hours of cartoons, heard watched Mtv and Vtv with him, went to movies like Garfield while almost chartering the entire theatre and wished that the movie never got over, heard MiIchael Jackson and Gayatri Mantra with him. Taught him to say the Kalma and the Fateha (verses from the Holy Quran) and repeated the Ganpati aarti with him before sleeping, massaged his hair everynight, this creation of God through me is now actually learning to fly on his own. The feeling of joy cannot be measured when I see tiny wings emerging out of him since he has joined college and I know that very soon this eaglet who is turning into a swift eagle will fly out of the nest and have a nest of his own. The feeling is worth him being called 'Anmol'. And I feel I have fulfilled my one purpose that is of being a mother.