As the tittle speaks for itself, so many of you will bewondering if this write up of mine came a little late. Well, to that I wouldsay that this is the only topic or subject of interest which deserves ourattention, irrespective of time.
While I was writing this article, I was anxious if anyonewould even roll an eyeball towards this column, amidst the charged upatmosphere of so called “Poll Fever”. On a lighter note, either we all hadturned into psephologists ourselves or were listening to the ones. As the newswas doing rounds about the election algebra and the political tussles weretouching the new lows, I felt a need to write about something beautiful and atthe same time powerful enough to elate not only our moods but our souls too.”THE MOTHERHOOD” , I chose that to be. Nothing could have been better than thistopic to get over with the air of disdain around.
My article is just an excerpt about this beautiful creationof God, though there is so much to write about. ‘Mother’ , medically defined asa woman who contributes to the genetic makeup of her offspring, who bears herfor the 9 months and rears her after birth. The definition in itself seems to be an institution of responsibilities,sacrifices and endurances. With the advancing age, this definition too has beenupgraded. In the course of understanding motherhood, mother has been defined in3 different ways; Genetic Mother, Gestational Mother, and Social Mother. But,what remains constant and the most important here, is the fact that this is ahuman being we are talking about, a specially crafted one.
While literature and science writes a lot about mother andmotherhood, poets ran out of words to describe her accommodative nature,writers have struggled for the adjectives, and philosophers have taken a deepleap to understand how an apparently ordinary looking human can be so full offorgiveness, mercy, treasure of unconditional love and not to talk about herunapologitic altruism. In pain does she bear and in pain does she give birth.As rightly described in this biblical quote, “She is clothed with strength anddignity; she can laugh at the days to come.”
Mother is the most beautiful version of human. She is asholy as verses. She is as brave as a warrior. She dandles all the pain withoutcomplaining even a little. She bears all the sufferings, obstacles of allsorts, fights every odd, goes against the conventions, crosses all the roughpatches and gets over every anxiety all so playfully, only to provide her childthe most conducive and safe home. She faces every oppression herself andbecomes a barrior to protect her child. She is a living fortress. She bringsanother human to life, while herself lying by the death. She makesextraordinary sacrifices beyond the limitations of our abilities. She finds herhappiness in every morsel that passes her child’s mouth. She feels an intensegrief, when her child is hurt even a little. She has the power to hear yourwords, even when you dont say anything. She is the one warm and big heartedempathizer, who sobs with you when you are vulnerable; who never questions youreccentricities; who boosts you up when you are at your lowest; who calms yourmind, when it is in a jigsaw; who lits you up when your heart is numb.
So, let’s celebrate this motherhood for every woman, who isa mother by virtue of patience to bear and deliver; a woman who chose tojeopardise her life to bring forth another life; a woman who didn’t think abouther body shape, but worried more for an unmet tiny life who fed on her; a womanwho lost her struggle of life and world while bringing to life her child; awoman who went through all the pain of bearing but could not due to some reasonhave the child; a woman who lost her kid to poverty, violence and oppression; a woman who longed to be a mother, butcouldn’t be one; a woman who didnt give birth but reared her kid as her ownskin; and finally a woman who on her ownwill decided not to be a mother.
To wrap up my small eulogy in honour of mother, i wouldmention a famous quote of our beloved prophet, “heaven lies at the feet of yourmother”.
So, let us realise and cherish the fact that Mother is anaccolade bestowed upon the creation itself, who is the sole creation to havebeen blessed with the power to bring forth a creation. Thats why as you allcall her mother, I better like to call her God’s master creation.