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I love my mother because….

Thursday, May 1, 2008

Do you remember writing compositions/essays when you were in Primary School?  Where the test/exam would give you various options to choose how you wanted to write your essay or what topic your essay was to be about.  These were one of the common structures – continuing the story.  That’s how I feel when I write this post – but I guess it doesn’t matter whether you’re 8 or whether you’re way beyond 8 🙂 – the content and feelings with such a beginning, as above, doesn’t change much – only the sophistication with which you write it now (or maybe not).

There are just so many reasons to list so let me try to begin some where.  My mother is probably one of the most soft-natured person I know.  She is dearly loved by her immediate and extended family.  She tries her best not to hurt anyone – forever the peace maker.  And this is not just the biased view of a daughter, ask anyone, be it relatives or friends.  There are ofcourse the pros and cons of this type of personality too – frequent bullying by friends, colleagues and relatives (yours truly included), but also the fierce love and protection by the ones who truly love her. 

By the way, I am pretty big on Astrology – tell me if you know someone with a similar sign – she’s a Libran.  Is it true or am I wrong – that a lot of females born under this star possess such qualities.  I was hoping for Divya to be born around this time, but alas, she’s a virgo baby – AHHHHHH – a VIRGO WOMAN!!!  I know too many Virgo women for my liking.  Anyway, back to mum.  She’s brought my brother and I up trying to teach us to care and always consider other people’s feelings.  Ofcourse, with the fiery and very independent nature that my father had, my brother and I are a bit of a combo.  I have that soft nature of my mother’s – but I also do believe that you should care about people to a certain extent and if care is not what they want, but reject it, then you should move on.  My philosophy goes for both friends and family – there’s only a certain amount you can put yourself out there.  Ok, how did this post become about me.  As I grow older, I realise how hard it is to be my mother – how much energy it takes to try to keep things peaceful, teaching people to love, to care and being a role model yourself.  I realise that it takes true strength to be such a person.

Even though my dad used to and my brother and I still do enjoy “bullying” her – our love for her is a fierce one.  If we even found out that someone was taking advantage of her, we’d be the first ones there getting ready to @$*^@#)$^@# the culprit.  I remember this one incident when we lived in New Zealand.  This would give you an idea of the kind of “fierce” love my father had for my mother.  I’m not sure if my mother or brother would even remember this.  A little background – my father used to be in the army in Singapore for most of his life, hence his comment below.  We had some family acquaintances in NZ.  This particular lady owned a shop.  And her two sons had become abusive towards her, physically.  They’d beat her if she didn’t give them money.  So one day, we were all sitting at home and this topic came up.  Ofcourse, my brother and I were commenting on how horrible it was.  And my father made this comment to both of us, I thought it was romantic as hell, as morbid as it sounded “If either of you ever hurt your mother……these hands were trained to kill”……. 

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3 Comments leave one →
  1. Friday, May 2, 2008 8:55 am

    I can’t believe ANYONE would beat up their own Mom!!! That IS horrible!

    Sounds like you have a wonderful Mom!!! …. And I’m sure that she is going to be touched by these posts. 🙂

  2. Friday, May 2, 2008 3:50 pm

    Your mother sounds like a sweet person. God bless her! 🙂

  3. boiseangel permalink*
    Friday, May 2, 2008 7:43 pm

    @Julie : My mum is very touched by the posts (I think she secretly waits to read what I’ve written next).

    @spillay : Yes she is 🙂 Thank you.

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