I have always been writing about my life and how things are going on with me. For once I want to dedicate a post to my parents — the ones who always have been providing me with unconditional love no matter what I do or how I am as a person. If they ever stumble upon this blog of mine, they’ll hopefully read this post. Let alone the fact that my other posts are going to scare the hell out of them. Ofcourse, they might be surprised that they don’t know a lot about me but blogger does and my readers do.
I remember the times when I used to get fed up at home during vacations. I wasn’t allowed to hang out with my friends or go out for a party or anything since I was brought up in a typical orthodox family setup. But the best part was that I was used to it and I never cribbed much about it. Infact, I enjoyed staying with my parents. Why? Because I had the internet. I used to masquerade being the nice daughter who used to stay at home all day and not even complain about missing the outside world, but actually I could find everything online which I wanted to see outside my home.
I could find people to talk to.
I could watch online shows (tv series).
I used to create and delete like I don’t know what? A thousand accounts or blogs.
I used to play games!
Well, you get the gist.
I do regret those days when I used to be stuck in my room with my door closed just gazing into the screen for something/someone interesting. There were times when my mother used to knock in and ask me to join for lunch/dinner. My dad used to return from the office and I never bothered asking him how his day was. Not that he cared or anything but still..
My mother used to alone all day at home when I had college. My dad used to be in office. I used to dread thinking about how lonely her life is. Since we live abroad, she never had too many friendly neighbors to talk to. Neither could she make any international calls and chat with her relatives for hours. I never cared about how bored she was and inspite of all that she still woke up early in the morning just to make us a nice breakfast and send me and my dad off to a happy day. She still cared.
It hit me one morning when I was standing outside waiting for my college bus to arrive and saw my mother waving at me. She used to wait all day till evening for our arrival.
That day it choked me. I made a promise to myself to always have a talk with her daily no matter how many no. of assignments I have. Always made it a point to join her and watch those sleezy tv serials even when I didn’t enjoy it. But it meant a lot to her. I even convinced my father to give her company during dinner time so that we all can have a fight over the remote as to who’ll be watching what.
One day she sat me down and told me that those little moments during dinner and while watching the tv together is what she waits for the whole day. It made me cry inside. Made me realize that we were so self involved. But is this how we should treat the mothers who aren’t working? Sure they’ll find hobbies by themselves but we need to give them time. They are our mothers afterall. 🙂 In the end of my busy busy day, if it wasn’t for mom, I’d not be able to plan my next day. She always keeps everything ready. And I have stopped taking her for granted so I go out to help her once in a while.
Now, I’m not with her. I’m doing my masters and my parents are away in a different country. But I make it a point to call them up every week atleast twice. And I even promised my father that I’ll return every penny of the phone calls made to them after I start earning but won’t give up on keeping in touch. 😀
It matters a lot — not only to my mom or dad but to me too.
Never be too busy to care for your parents.
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