The most beautiful word on the lips of mankind is the word “Mother”, and the most beautiful call is the call of “My Mother.” … She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy and forgiveness… Every thing in nature bespeaks the mother.
– Kahlil Gibran
Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there!
I’m fortunate that I can celebrate another Mother’s Day with my very own mother. My Mom, also known as Peter Pan, who was born in 1916 in Pune, will be 95 in July.
It’s so stressful living far from one’s aging parents.
Last year after my mother fell several times over a weekend, I rushed over to visit her.
I was able to time my vacation so I could be with her over Mother’s day.
Four generations spent the day at my sister’s house “eating, chatting, laughing, and eating”.
We ate a late lunch, an early dinner, and tea with Maria’s delightful-to-look-at-and-even -more-delicious-to-eat little cup cakes inbetween.
But this Mother’s Day I’ll be working. As usual.
When my Mom fell again earlier this year I panicked and nearly canceled my trip to South Africa. She spent two months in hospital, and is back at her assisted living place, but being confined to the wheelchair is depressing for Peter Pan. I can hear it in her voice – the joie de vivre isn’t there anymore – and my sister said her eyes aren’t shining.
I know I can’t go see her for Mother’s Day because we just came back from our wonderful holiday, so I asked permission to take five vacation days to go see my Mother for her July birthday. My request was denied. “You have to work the hours first, and ‘bank’ them before you can even ‘request‘ using them for your vacation.
It’s so stressful living far from one’s aging parents, but I said that already didn’t I?
If you ask your mother for one fried egg
for breakfast and she
gives you two fried eggs and you eat both
of them, who is
better in arithmetic, you or your mother?
– Carl Sandburg.