Say it More

In the old home, the octogenarian mother was smiling ear to ear, her toothless gums slurping over the words as she talked to her son over the phone. A colourful greeting card she held trembled, as her hand stricken with Parkinson's started to shake.

"Thank you son for the beautiful card, so glad you called…" she paused as if to take breath, adding, "I love you, you know."

Looking at her face, I could tell that on that very moment she was reborn by words from her son for International Mothers' Day. The son lived in another part of the world. He didn't miss calling her on the occasion dedicated to all mothers. In fact, for many busy sons and daughters, it is the day they say hello to their mothers in one way or the other. The mothers too wait, happy to hear from the children, even if that was an annual thing. Though, a mother gives each moment of her thoughts to raising her child, from cradle to road, she does not expect anything in return. The awesome, unconditional love of mothers has no comparisons.

As a mother, I don't think I could have borne this annual 'one time' hearing of my child's voice. I am lucky to be surrounded by my children, but life is what it is. If it came to a monthly or annual getting in touch with children, I too would have to accept, if that was how it worked for them. As parents we want what's best for our children. We know they love us and also realise that they may be unable to be in touch frequently. This trust in love gives us roots to life as age creeps in.

On the other hand, I wonder if, for the sake of the non-demanding parents or mothers who do not interfere in the lives of their children, sending a card or making a call should be a monthly or a weekly occasion. Better still, a daily routine before going to sleep. A phone call or a short visit: any gesture of love lights up their whole being. In the sunset years of their lives, our love is like new dawns to their frail bodies and minds.

We are so taken with the hassles of life that often the call to the aging mother or father does not happen. But we pay the monthly bills on time because there are consequences to that. Parents don't hold us accountable for being silent. It is human nature to be more active when there is fear or reward. Our elderly parents may have spent their savings and energy on raising us without any expectations. It is our turn to give them selflessly.

When we take the presence of our parents for granted, we veil our gratefulness. Expressing gratitude is a way of life and it must be sanctimonious with our parents. The mother is the life-giver whom we can never thank enough. There simply aren't words to express precisely how grateful we are to our mothers. Kahlil Gibran has said:

"It is when you give of yourself that you truly give."

A mother is the living example of such 'giving'. Months of carrying the baby in the womb, the pain of motherhood, every drop of milk for nursing the baby, each blink of sleepless nights in caring for the newborn: the list goes on. We can never repay our mothers, even if we send her wishes or wealth every day. A mother does not expect returns but is happy only with a touch of love. I cringe to myself when I cannot do enough for the body that gave me life, for the soul that keeps me tethered to love. Before houses and cars, social recognitions and titles, our mission should be to fill our mothers' life with endless joy.

Celebrating motherhood and honouring mothers prevailed among ancient Greeks and Romans. Although in the modern world, over 40 countries hold yearly celebrations, one would think that it is not doing justice to mothers world over. Fathers' Day, Daughters' Day and others are fine with annual toasts, but the mother is no way on the same footing.

With the age of the internet, science and technology, we have updated countless information to ease life. Surely the age old annual celebration of Mothers' Day needs an updating? At this remarkable time of life, when women rule the world with fire and ice, we should give them the applause they deserve, and do so without a quota to merge them with others. They are above other blessings that keep us alive, make us who we are.

Let us connect to the bedridden mother in the old home or the far away village every first day of the month just to say, 'I love you.' That should be our answer to our hearts' call. Many of us do that already. We hold our mothers every day, just as they did when we were babies. When we bestow love on our mothers, heaven also smiles and our life fills with divine light.

Don't wait for Mothers' Day to wish her; she may not be there then. Let each heartbeat remember her so that love soars high like the infinite blue of the sky. No, those are not the words that really hold my thoughts. 'Ma, I love you' is really beyond words to express.

The writer writes from Massachusetts, USA.