Hi friends,
My mother lived until she was 94 plus. We are six brothers and three daughters. We have 18 children. My father is also no more. My mother was kind to all and harsh to none. She was loved, respected and taken care of by all. We did not want to make her unhappy for any reason. All the children obeyed her to the core.
She was like a monarch. We had given her the mantle to rule the empire. In case, she was not happy with anyone, she moved to another son. The fellow who earned her wrath had to cajole her. Until then, she remained stubborn like a child. She had such a hold over her children.
She was the God of all Gods. What she had done for us cannot be expressed in words. We might be busy. At the old age, she had nothing else to think about our past, present, and future. At any cost, we made her happy. Or, a drop of tear from her eyes would ruin our lives for centuries.
We did not prefer getting many children like them. Probably, in those days they were not aware of family planning methods or they might have considered it a sin to terminate the pregnancy or they would have thought that a child was born not only with a stomach but also with a pair of hands.
When we became adults and got married, we decided to limit our children to one or two. We thought, with better education and standard of living, we might be better equipped to give them good exposure, education, environment, and prosperity.
Our expectation has come true. Our children are quite successful and they studied well and got into good jobs and are well placed. We are proud of them. However, we do not have the power of holding the mantle like our mother and be the monarch of the family.
We have to dance to the tune of not only the children but also the grandchildren. We do not have the freedom to go to another child in case we are unhappy with anyone. We are more like slaves in the name of parents. Going to old age home is not a good idea. Now tell me who is cleverer?
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