letters make the word mother. Among them two is vowel and four is
consonants. But the meaning of the word is immense and colossal
that nothing can designate it. The daisy dreams of an infant
originate from its motherís lap.
child has its own way of expression. At first the expression is
revealed by incoherent words. After some years the infant grows
up. Day by day a child becomes adult. But to a mother her offspring
remain the same, as a baby whatever their age. The bond between
mother and child is the bond of soul. So, where the soul is the
concern able subject than others become a mate one.
am the child of my mother and father. Once I was also a child. But
now I have reached my age of maturation. According to the law of
society, my father is my originator. But for me my mother is my
whole world, who gives me the birth? feeding breast and raise me
to this state. I cannot remember my early day of childhood. Day by
day the world around me transforming as a world of dust of decay.
But my mother remains the same. She is the symbol of evergreen
youth in mind. Time could not change her. Her eye has the language
of love and voice has the tone of command. She has a silent but
strong personality, which is always present in her work. She is a
complete housewife, but her special characteristic distinct her
is my best friend and best adviser in every work. I can share my
every feeling with her. When my mind is occupied with any kind of
anxiety or wariness. I donít know how she can understand it.
Like a good friend she asked me about the problem. She gives me
different sorts of solution and suggests me to solve the problem
in my own way. She never tries to establish her thoughts upon me.
She always tells me, that I am a free agent of my will. She
teaches me the pattern of personality.
I was in high school, my mother told me that now I am not a
baby anymore. I have to prepare my future plan. Because bright
future lies in the proper planning in early life. At the age of
fifteen the whole world becomes a world of dream to a girl. It is
the age when a girl often can do mistake in her stepping of life.
My mother helps me to pass away those dream days. She teaches me
that life is not a rosy-bud rather it is full of thorns. She
always express that I am her dream. She has given me birth to do
something special to the society. Not to spent the days in fashion
and prudery. I have to fulfill the desires of her, which she
cannot do in her life.
mother is the fountain-head of my inspiration. There is a tough
world around us. But any hurdle or heat of anxiety cannot push me
down from the vision of my aim. Her love, her warm wish is my only
power against all hurdles and distress of society and life.
Sometimes I think that I am the small dove and my mother is the
nest to protect me from the storm like life.
donít know from where my mother learns so much discipline and
modern concept of life. She wants me to have a career. She always
encourages me to finish my study in time. I have to be smart but
not over smart. How I have seen my mother let me know the
definition of a mother. The rules of life and its balance are
properly displayed in her words and works. Every works and every
speech of her is a precept for me. She is a morbid diplomat. In
our family, she manages every things so nicely that I some time
become amazed. The problem can be very difficult but she can have
a very easy solution.
I was a child I use to sleep on my motherís arms. At that time
she use to sing a song or tell me a story. Otherwise I will not
sleep. But now I am grown up. Time has taken that place from me.
Now my mother has become grandmother. She has several grandsons
and daughter. They are the new possessor of my kingdom. But still
I feel my motherís arms, where I cannot sleep now.
is a proverb that, a mother is the builder of a family,
bureaucrats of a parliament and progeny of a nation. Everything
depends on a nation. A mother can build her child with love and
affection. At the same time too much love can spoil the child. In
my life love, affection and control have equal portion. I have
seen her eyes sparkle in any of my success and at the same time
there is flood of tears in her eyes in my failure. The relation
between my mother and me is so strange and astonishing that I
cannot identifies it in words. But in one world I can say, she is
the echo and I am the word.
is passing. Soon I have to face the vast desert of life, where I
will be totally alone. I will not get my mother always with me.
One day we will be separated because of the law of nature I
have to bids her advice. I cannot hold her long. But her thoughts,
ideals and philosophy will be always with me. Because limbs to
limbs, flesh to flesh she builds me up. I am the focus and she is
the picture. Love is the bond, which bends us together. Affection
is the root, which gives me the expiration. Her language is
basement that creates me.