“Happy Mother’s Day Aai…”, my husband and I said it together while sipping our morning tea … It was my mom-in-law on the other side of the phone. “Thank you… thank you very much”, her voice was elated, ” I was at a friend’s place earlier in the evening and her daughter called to wish her… I thought of you both and wondered if you will call today…”, she said.
This is when I realized that this day has somehow become more important than we realize. May be Aai would not have felt bad if we did not call her but she certainly was very happy when we did. We had had a long video call followed by a long phone call a night before, we planned to call again the next day any way but this was a different call… a different emotion… a different time… this was the ‘Happy Mother’s Day’ call. She knew how much we loved her, cared for her and appreciated her yet the one call on this special day made her happy.
“A simple wish over a call…”, I thought to myself, “… and may be we could have sent a gift, a card or a cake or some flowers… she would have clicked pictures and shared with us or on facebook… some comments and then…”. I was trying to find some satisfaction in the feeling and could not. “There should be more to a special day .. something more meaningful… “, my thoughts were interrupted by my baby’s cry. He was hungry and sleepy. My husband asked me to finish nursing him so we can go out for my special mother’s day brunch… It was my first mother’s day! I got on with the chores but heart was searching for a different meaning, a purpose more satisfying… Something more than a brunch.
The whole day went by… Other than the fact that I knew it is mother’s day, that my husband bought me a gift and he made me a greeting card (on behalf of my son) this particular day was as good as any other weekend for me… The only time I would feel content was when I would look at my son… I was doing a great job with him. I felt happy and very proud. Even my husband thinks I am doing a great job… of course he wrote that in the greeting card. It was like a letter on behalf of my son where he appreciated me for being a good mother to him. He praised me and made me feel loved. Just the memory of the words in the card made me so emotional and content, again… ” I know..”, I said it out loud, “I know what I want to do”. My husband looked at me, amazed, as he saw me running upstairs to get the laptop.
“I am going to write an article, everyday for next week..”, I told him. He was surprised, “About what? Mother’s day?”.
“No!”, I could not hold my excitement, “No.. I don’t want this day to be just one phone call… It is supposed to be special for all the mothers and a brunch doesn’t make it special. I felt so special today because you made me feel special with what you wrote in the card. I am not even your mother but you knew exactly what to say and how to appreciate me for things I did not even know I was doing… I owe that to all my mothers..my grandmom, my aunts, my mom and yours too”.
He looked at me and smiled, “So you want to celebrate the Mother’s Day over a week…?”. “Yes..”, I said, “.. I must”.