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There has never been, nor will there ever be ,anything quite so special as the love between a mother and a son! |
I always feel a rush of adrenalin when I write... write letters to my loved ones. As a child I read Shobha De's Speedpost . What a fantastic collection of letters written by a mother to her kids.
Kavim and I share a very emotional bond. I thought there couldn't be a better way of expressing my love for him than writing letters and poems addressed to him.
He is just six years old however he cherishes the idea of his mom writing especially for him. He has a little treasure box and he stores all his precious things including my letters to him in that box.
Oh ! I feel so special.
So here is my recent letter to him.....
Dear son,
First of all let me tell you that I am enjoying every single second of watching you grow into the young and super gentle boy, whom I see at my home everyday .
Its such a pleasure to be your mom. You are just six years old but so responsible...When mumma is not well you take care of her like a grown up. So many times you come and ask me about my well being. I really feel blessed.
The myriad of love notes you have written to me. The way you tell me- 'Mammai you are the best mom ever.' Awwww I feel just so special!
I would like to believe that your dad and I are passing our heart and willingness to help others on to you. But the goodness in your soul?? That is all you. I can not tell how lucky I am to be your mom.
Your dad often tells me that Kavim surely has his mom's genes --the way you make a heart with your hands...the way you express your love --Pappai feels only you and your mom can do that..haha but dont worry even papai is learning...
Kavim do you know how proud I feel when your teacher tells me what a fine boy you are ! Yesterday at the parents teacher meeting I heard her saying that Kavim has grown up as an individual not just academically but as a person on the whole....
I really want you to be a good human being before any thing else.
The other day when your chess teacher was at home she kept praising you for who you are-- I felt an intese sense of joy. She kept on saying - ' ele e muito educado, muito querido, muito bonzinho.'
( he is ver polite, very well mannered,very dear and such a good boy. )
You are the apple of everyone's eye. Your grandparents adore you. your family loves you. It has so much to do with you being so kind and responsible.
You are always very loving towards your friends. You share your things. You never initiate a fight. You understand other people's feelings.
The other day when one of your friend was late to school and was very scared you opened the door for him and made him feel comfortable. I'm proud of you.
Sometimes when someone is not nice to you , you tend to feel sad and believe me Kabbu its very natural. Senstivity is brave-I know we dont hear much about boys being sensitive, they are often told to 'toughen up' --I promise you won't hear that from me. You have a beautiful heart and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
I feel delighted (like nanu ) when you are eager to learn new things....when you self correct yourself by little guidance from us.
I do understand that being a perfectionist is not easy. You get irritated when things dont go your way.
I'll take an example of yesterday. You were practising Nelson cursive handwriting. You were doing a fairly good job however you you were not satisfied. For a moment you thought that you cant do it.
Then I told you about that story of centipede who despite of having 100 legs couldnt move. You asked why?? I told you it was because he started thinking which leg should he move first..which one should he move after that...he was thinking a bit too much. Sometimes when you analyze a lot it becomes difficult or impossible to do even a simple task.
I told you hard work and believing in yourself are the two most important things...and then you understood and you started singing 'I believe I can fly...I believe I can touch the sky...'
It was so much fun to sing this song with you.
Afterwards when you sat down to write even you were amazed with the quality of your work.
Keep working hard because hard work beats talent.
There is only one you-You are unique and very special!
I love you to the space and back.
My angel I am a better person, a better friend, a better mother, daughter and yes , human being after having had you with me. We will always be there with you to celebrate or to pick you up.
Lovingly yours
Mammai
Let me share a poem that I wrote when you were just one year old.
उन्मुक्त गगन का पंक्षी
आज जाना क्या होता है
माँ बाबा का प्यार .......
जब सूरत उसकी निहार निहार ;
हुई मैं निहाल.........
जब छोड़ मेरा घोंसला ;
पंख वह फैलायेगा .....
शीशे की तरह शायद;
चूर चूर दिल मेरा हो जायेगा..
बना सकती तो जरुर बनाती;
सोने का राजमहल ....
चारो तरफ सिपाही होते;
यूँ पलता मेरा राज कुंवर.....
पर उन्मुक्त गगन के इस प्राणी को ;
कैद अगर मैं कर लूँगी....
अपने स्वार्थ में अपनों का;
जीवन व्यर्थ मैं कर दूंगी....
सुन मेरे बेटे....जी भर तू भर उडान ;
गिरेगा जब तू दिल दुखेगा मेरा....
पर जब गिर के उठेगा तू जन्नत का सुख होगा मेरा.....
आज़ादी तुझे है;
भर उडान लम्बी...
हो जरुरत कभी तो माँ तेरी है;
हर मोड़ पर साथ देने तेरा खड़ी......
आशा करती हूँ ...
प्रार्थना करती हूँ........
ज़िन्दगी की इस जंग में ...
हो जीत तेरे संग में.....
है तेरी माँ का वादा;
तेरे हर फैसले में ...
दूंगी साथ तेरा....
क्योकि प्यार तुझसे करती हूँ .....
हद से कुछ ज्यादा....
एक दिन जब तू ;
बनाएगा घोंसला अपना....
गले लगाऊँगी उसे ;
जो होगा तेरा अपना......
मैंने देखा है यह सपना.....
खुशियाँ का दे उपहार तुझे;
और क्या करना मुझे....
दुनिया से तेरी धीरे से सरक जाउंगी...
तू रहेगा सदा मेरे दिल में बस तुझे नज़र मैं ना आउंगी ...
जब चीं चीं का शोर घोंसले से तेरे आएगा;
मेरी तरह उस दिन तू भी कहेगा.....
आज जाना मैंने क्या होता है ;
माँ बाबा का प्यार....
--पल्लवी
