"𝐈 𝐚𝐦..𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝" -𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

 

"𝐈 𝐚𝐦..𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝"

-𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐲, 𝐍𝐞𝐢𝐥 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐝

When I need to argue with myself, be honest with myself or simply see myself clearly, I go to my mother.

When I used to wake up at home every morning to get ready for school, the only thing that got me out of the comfort of the bed was the comfort of my mom's essence all around the house. The morning tea, lunchbox items (nothing like flatbread and pickles), mom humming some song under her breath, her feet tapping like raindrops on a window as she goes to check on my brother, the wobbling washing machine and her own school bag (that was filled with lesson plans and correction bundles).

Late at night, just before I went off to sleep, mom was (still is) always up either correcting or reading or folding clothes while lost in her own world of thoughts. In those quiet moments when the house is still, I wonder where she goes.

Like every mother and daughter, my mom and I can bring the house down with our fights and silent treatments but there are these moments when we're in the kitchen watching the tea simmer (while my brother eats half the kitchen and never puts on a pound) when I realise that I am her.

I can see she sees herself in every story I tell her and with every word I tell her, I make her a part of them.

It still amazes me when I think about the fact that I exist because of her. She chose to embrace me; mind, body and soul and I can't think of anything more noble or selfless.

Tell your mom (and Dad while you're at it) she rocks, wherever she is.