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Mother is the name for God in the lips and hearts of little children. A Mother takes all the burden on her shoulders to ensure her kids live the life without any pain and suffering. She makes sure to enough to fulfill the dreams of her children in the bestest way she can. And when she is all alone, she becomes a superwoman and brings the best of every moment.
When I was a child, my mother raised me alone. My father died when I was 5 and it took an instance to shatter our world. Everything came tumbling and my Mother had only two options:
“Either She Can Be The Man Of The House” or “Accept Defeat”. But she choose the first option and took all the responsibilities in her hands and went way and beyond to make sure I get all the love and nurture I needed to become what I am today. She would work 2 jobs to take care of the expenses and there were times when she had sleepless nights, she would cry in her room but when I was around she was a different woman. She would play with me, teach me things and even bake my favourite cookies.
She was not a normal human, “She is a Supermom” who would do things that were not her cup of tea. I never felt alone because she was there to hug me, tell me bedtime stories, be there for me in my school plays to cheer me up and made me laugh when I was sad. She never made me feel the absence of my father. I still remember once I went to my friend’s house and there was this doll house she had, I wanted it the moment I saw it. I came back home and told my mom that I wanted it badly. It was the month end and there were bills she had to pay but still she went ahead and bought one for me “a bigger one”. When I recall those moments, I understand her hardship and why she had to become my “superwoman”. If it was not for her, I would have a very miserable childhood. I don’t remember a single festival that went unattended.
In the beginning of her job, she was asked to move to a new city. It was a tough decision. I was young and the wound was fresh. She came home from the job and asked my in a very childish way, if I wanted to see a new city. I nodded yes and we started packing. It was not two man’s job and we need help but i had no idea how to hire furniture removalists. So she called one of her friends for help. She suggested us to hire removalists Brisbane to help us with the packing, dismantling and moving.
I had no idea of anything that was happening around, so I sat with my dolls and kept playing. My Mom, she would come home from her office and pack the kitchen slowly and slowly but still give me all the love I always want & bedtime stories. We had a wine cabinet and she created a step by step guide to pack the glasses safely. She sat down in the lobby and took notes, making strategies how to pack kitchen for moving.
It was stressful and moving was not the only issue, pricing was another stress causing concern. She called the movers and explained the entire move to them. They came home the next day to check the items and how they would move it. Gave an estimate to my mother which was in the budget. She had a sigh of relief and the movers shared some interesting things to keep in mind when moving for the first time. We moved to our new home and with a young kid she moved like a pro and handled everything very cautiously. When we reached our new home, we unpacked all the items and I was so excited to see my new room. I pulled out all my toys and kept placing them the way I want. My Mom, after completing the packing and placing stuff, helped me with the doll house and we even had a tea party.
We used to have the best christmas and halloween. Kids would come home for trick or treat and she would make them laugh and fill her bags with cookies & jelly beans. Every year I would dress differently and she would design the dresses and prepare me for the night all by herself. One year I became zombie and one time I was a ghost of dead princess. It was fun and I have beautiful memories to cherish.
I remember my mother’s prayers and they have always followed me. They have clung to me all my life.
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