Mom's food is MOM's food.

Hi.

Let's get those tissues out because I am an emotional mess today. I visited my house after a week today. The funny part is... my mom thinks it's unreasonable for me to come home after 7 days because she misses me so much. She said, "Why can't you come twice a week or something? I really miss you." I just stood there and laughed. She says, "At least give me 6 months to adjust to the fact that you don't live in this house anymore." She hugs me like she hasn't seen me in years. That's a mother's love. Those warm and loving hugs... the ones you can only get from your mother. And that feeling never changes.

My husband jokes on the phone with her, "Now, she isn't your daughter. She's my wife first." How easily said...

Honey, I've been a daughter for 24 years before I became your wife. And I always will be a daughter first. As I agreed to the 'Saat Phere,' I still agreed to being a dutiful daughter to my parents. That can never change. EVER. I can still recall my 'Bidaayi' moment. The tears... my racing heart... as I was getting into the car... the sadness... everything is a vivid memory.

I remember being homesick when I was working in Edmonton. But the feeling of homesickness that I get now is way different. I always have to know what my parents are up to. I have to know that everything is okay at home. As some people say, we start parenting our parents when they get old. My mom will be very offended over this statement. Because being 'old' is not in her dictionary. She's one hot piece of ass. Oops, sorry if that is inappropriate, mom. I love you. But the thought of you and dad being at home alone, without kids... kind of frightens me. It makes me sad.

I wish I could fill our house with laughter again and again. And I will continue to as long as I live. Every time I go to my mother's, she prepares a menu beforehand. She will pack everything for my husband and I. She gets a different kind of joy in knowing that we are eating. Even though I am taking my chances at cooking, I can never make food the way she does. Mom's food is the best. How many times have we heard this? I have this 'Only mom's food' syndrome. I find myself criticizing everyone's food except my mom's. Because that flavour... you can only get it at home. How can you not like the food that you've grown up on? I remember the days my brother and I couldn't wait to get home after school to eat a delicious lunch.

All you single ladies living with your moms... I cannot describe how lucky you are. The way mom sets up your room, your clothes, makes food, comforts you, hugs you, and advises you... there is no one out there in the world to replace that.

They say, 'A son is a son till he gets himself a wife, but a daughter is a daughter all her life.' It's true. A girl is always her parent's little daughter first. Then, she becomes somebody's wife or daughter-in-law. And then finally, a mother. But how can a girl forget where she started?

I was sitting on the couch today, advocating mom in a scenario with dad. I said, "You are probably missing your lawyer, aren't you mom?" I call myself her lawyer because I always advocate her in every scenario with shameless partiality. And she burst out crying on the couch. I rushed up to hug her and made jokes to laugh it off. But inside, my heart was crying too. The relationship a daughter has with her mom... can only be understood by the two of them. A third person can comment and criticize but they cannot understand the bond that keeps them united for a lifetime.

Every time my mom packs food to take home, I always have a happy dinner. I don't care about what she's cooked, I don't care about the flavours, I don't care about anything but the fact that I am having my mom's world-class food in my new home. My husband jumps with joy too because he knows he's getting better food then I can ever cook, lol. He says, "Let's start paying her for groceries, considering she packs a generous amount of food for us every week!"

She's still mommying her spoilt daughter. And I love it :) Only moms can do that. I love you mom for everything that you do. Dad, don't feel left out. I love you both equally. But the food department here is run and OWNED by mamma, so I had to dedicate another post to her. I feel so blessed :)