Happy Mother's Day!

Have you heard or read about Noah’s Ark? In the story, God warns Noah that a catastrophic flood will destroy the world, and he builds a huge ark (boat) to save his family and pairs of animals, including sheep, lambs, birds, and many others. 

In my life my mother is not the one who ensures we board the boat and get to safety… She is the boat, one who carries our weight and brings us to a safe place!

I have been wanting to write a Mother's Day post for a week, but I haven’t been able to, because I’ve had a debilitating migraine since last Friday. This is the longest time one of my  migraines has ever lasted. And I’ve been able to sleep through these 11 days only because my mother is here and I can rest peacefully knowing that she will take care of my family.. . I even added 2 dogs into this crazy mix my life is, and she still has never complained! She always swoops in and takes care of all of us no matter what she’s going through. My mother’s getting old.. She’s 65 (she might murder me for publicizing this!) and I hate to see her going up and down the stairs a hundred times a day, only because her daughter’s upstairs, almost bed-ridden, and her grandson is waiting downstairs to be fed the amazing food she has prepared. Whenever my husband is traveling, she assures him she’ll be fine with my son, 2 dogs and me! It’s not at all an easy task because none of us can do much by ourselves!

I’ve said this before, when I was a teenage rebel, I vowed I'd never become like her! But after being a mother myself I understood that she was right about everything! I’m able to understand why she was always angry! I’m able to understand what she said and why. Today, I pray that I become completely like her!

My motherhood has been a very difficult journey right from my pregnancy till date. But my mother’s has been far far more difficult. Her husband passed away when she was young, her grandson is a medically complex child, her daughter had a young stroke, her son had to leave his job and move to India and so on and so forth. Her problems never seem to end but nor does her smile!

Today when I feel blessed to be covered in dog fur, and a wet T- Shirt all day because my son refuses to use a towel anytime he washes his hands, I know I am able to count my blessings and be grateful for this life forged through struggle, only because I was raised by her. I’m so thankful I look like her (although she’s a much more beautiful version), think like her, sound like her, talk like her and built on the inside like her! I’m not mentally as strong as her, but I’m comfortable to fall apart only because I have her. I’m able to brave every storm that has hit me, only because she is walking beside me.

My mother is a soul tested by fire and I’m grateful I have a piece of her in me!

Hope you all had a great mother’s day!