I am not writing this blog in honour's of Mother's Day. I am writing it because I've had it on my to-write list for a really long time. My mom is an angel. And she deserves the world.
She is superwoman. She is extraordinary. Her day begins early at 5:30 in the morning. Her work runs for 12 hours and she gets home at 8 pm. She has alternating night shifts every 2 days that are also 12 hours. If you know anything about nursing in Canada, you know that 12 hours ain't easy. And can I just say, that the house never fails to be clean regardless of the hours she is working.On her days off, she is more worried about getting the washrooms clean or doing something to fix up the house. I have been a horrible daughter in the sense that I never clean up myself, unless someone asks me to. And let me tell you a thing about my mother. She has never asked me to help her. Never, meaning never. She does it all herself regardless of how tired she is or what her schedule has been. She is so minimal as a person. She doesn't ask anyone to do anything for her. I say this because... lately, she's been going through a tough time with her back and neck aches as her floor is going through an increasing volume of work and patient-load. Her back has been really stiff and she has NEVER asked anyone for a massage. She'll go and get one outside the house but she won't ask anyone thinking that she is gonna bother us. I think that's crazy and I've told her that I will be massaging her twice daily or as per required without her even asking.
My mother did not have servants in India like many women do today. We never hired anybody to do our dishes, dusting, mopping or anything. She has been working since the age of 16. That is when she went into her nursing training. And she's been working the double or rather the triple shift since then.
My mum's goat meat is a speciality that everyone knows about. She is an amazing cook. She makes the best carrot cake in the world. Her lasagne tastes fantastic. And nobody beats her Macaroni Salad 'cause it is phenomenal. And my nani makes the best Panzerotti in the world. Who said my grandma from Punjab can't make Italian cuisine? She can give Pizza Pizza a run for their money by selling way more Panzerottis than them. Both my nani and mom are similar in many ways. And I am talking more than just cooking.
These are ladies that are the most calm human beings I know. At first, it's weird when my dad's male friends comment about her. But they always say how lucky he is to have "bhabhi jee" because she is a lady with a golden heart. She has the most clear heart that is filled with love and nothing else. People have wronged her left and right in the past but she's only had forgiveness in her heart and not any nonsense. Some people in my fam are jealous of her and they have all the rights to be because she is the real deal. She is an amazing human being. She is never the one to flaunt a thing she owns. She is never the one to brag about anything she's done for anyone. Whatever she has, she gives it away. I remember, she got this animal print bag 3 months ago because I am so obsessed with prints. I wanted her to get it too. Some lady at work said, 'I love your bag. Can I have it?' And mom gave it away. She's given up much larger things than handbags. She's made way too many sacrifices for this family. She does her deeds quietly and they shine later without a word being said.
It was hard for her to be a part of our family at first because she is a different religion than my dad. But my dadi always said that she could not have asked for a better 'bahu' than her. And I've never seen a mom-in-law and daughter-in-law's relationship as fantastic as theirs. I love her for so many reasons that are hard to say. She welcomes all my friends home and takes good care of them. She is always concerned about everybody but herself.
My mom has been a regular at the gym since 2010, since she was aware of her body and health. She takes such good care of herself. I admire her for that really. I remember the days she used to work from morning to evening and go to the gym right after work, and then come home and cook dinner. The only time she got to sit down was the time she ate her dinner. She has been on the go ever since I can remember. Sometimes, I ask her if her body is made out of steel. Crazy woman. I have been so lethargic around the house. So, I took an oath now that she is having trouble with her back to help her as much as I can to the best of my ability so I can give her the chance to relax. I am getting her a full spa treatment in 3 days when she gets off of work. She needs to get her nails done, her feet all pedicured up, and a relaxing facial and massage. She needs a good 2-3 hours to herself. I usually grab her a Starbucks drink and accompany her to the nail salon where we both sit and chit-chat. I am gonna miss all these moments with my mother when I am married. But considering that I will still be in the same city - I will be catching up to her as often as I can.
I also wanna add that I feel so lucky as a daughter that she has never pressured me to do any chores. Throughout my university life, she packed my lunches and snacks even though I was old enough. When I started working, she let me rest when I got home and did everything herself around the house. I can truly say as an unmarried girl, that my mom didn't let me TOUCH a thing. She has given me such 'aish-o-aaram.' I have truly lived to the fullest in my life and most of the credit goes to mom. I have to share it with dad too, you see :)
And she is one person who never complains about anything. She can bear all the pain in the world without making it apparent that something is wrong. She truly deserves the world because she is so beautiful inside and out.
Dear mom, you are a darling. Please always be the way you are and never change for anybody. You have a heart of gold that no one can beat. I love you mumma. Hugs and kisses and lots of love to you xo
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