Just-a-Realization

We have often heard that there is no return or re-payment of what our parents do for us through out there life and especially how our mother has brought us up. The struggle that she takes to take care of our tiniest needs and the steps that she takes to ensure we sleep in peace and have un disturbed rest is just commendable. The possessiveness that I always saw in parents while they saw third party dealing with their children was felt by me today. Every minute from the time I entered the hospital seemed extremely crucial and equally important. Nothing made me feel more responsible than signing the consent form and replacing the wife off and daughter off by “mother off”. This was the time of absolute role change, mother became my child and I was giving my world in the hand of doctor whom I had met just twice and I had no option but to trust him to keep her life safe. The pain that mother feels when she sees her child in trouble seemed little expressible now as my heart skipped a beat when I left mom in operation theatre, eyes suddenly turned wet and all I said to myself is, “she would be fine”. The wait of an hour just passed in chanting God’s name and I said shut up to myself on every negative thought that even tried to originate. That one call from doctor that asked who is with Mrs. Dawar seemingly rushed blood in my body with double the normal pressure and brain turned extra active as I raced into recovery room, I couldn’t see Ma there but the doctor just turned me pale by asking, “are you the only one out here?” and though I had relatives waiting outside, I gave a firm yes and my ears waited alertly to hear the coming words. To my relief he just showed me the part that was removed from the body and he said,” operation was successful”. Pain that hit me seeing her pale face and her words that said she was in immense pain broke my heart. All I could do was to kiss her forehead and say you will be fine soon and that I love you. Care and concern that follows next is just a realization of what mothers do for us, for we are not capable of returning or re-pay even a portion of what they do for us. Sad but true, we can never give back enough to even try to match a percentage of what our mothers do for us. The least we can do is to love them back and respect them.

Manisha Dawar