Women's day

I know its a few hours past women's day (more than a few months since I wrote..sorry!!) but these thoughts just sort off formed in my head. This day was special to me for two reasons. One, it was my mum's birthday. Two, my mum, to me, is the most important woman in the world. There's nothing new about that sentiment and I presume most of you feel this way. This piece is about how I realized my bond with my mom. A few years ago, 4 to be precise, I would laugh or ridicule anyone who said something as 'mushy' as this. My mum and I were worse than enemies because we had to live with each other and that she had to feed me (she had no choice poor thing). We agreed on NOTHING and we didn't agree to disagree. She hated my guts, my choices, my attitude and everything that could possibly be hated. Meanwhile, I wondered which century she came from and why I was stuck with her. Now, I know some of you know exactly what I'm talking about and the rest of you are wondering how mean I could be to my own mum. But hey, I'm being absolutely honest. I used to wish that our relationship was different and that I could make her proud of me. Somehow, never happened. Or maybe I got the entire picture wrong. 

Years went by, I went to college and though neither of us really TALKED about it, things seemed to get better. Soon, I told her things about my life, my friends, crushes, college politics, gossip. She shared too. She told me about her concerns for me, her childhood, friends, family gossip and so much more. We cooked together, we went shopping together, we went for walks together. One day, I realized, my mum and I had managed to have the kind of relationship I'd envied my friends for. Neither of us knew how or how come? nor could I see how we'd changed as individuals, but there we were. 

Today, my mum is my best friend. It sounds so movie-like but its true. It was her birthday on 8th and I'd gone home to surprise her with gifts, cake and a memorable celebration. She never celebrates her birthday and if she'd known I was planning it, she wouldn't have let me either. When I woke her at 12 to give her presents, take pictures and cut cake, I saw a smile on her face that I will never forget. It was a smile of genuine happiness and joy. She hugged me and thanked me. It was a simple gesture for me to show, throwing her a 'party'. It was easy, and didn't take much. But what I got in return was that Smile. It was so important to me. That's when I realized this woman doesn't WANT anything for herself. She doesn't ask either. She gives, she loves, she fusses and worries. she''ll always have my back. She is my mum and she's my ideal woman. 

Over the past 5 years, we've grown as people. TOGETHER. That's the best part. I've realized that I took her love for granted and now, I will give her all my love. To think that one day I might have to actually grow up and the day I won't exactly be her Lil girl anymore scares the hell out of me. But somehow, I know that day won't come. Yesterday she said was her most memorable birthday and that she suddenly realized she had two grown children to take care of her. 

To see her smile that time, filled my heart with joy and my eyes with tears. I love you mom. Happy birthday :)