I want to write about mother…
Not mine or anyone’s
But about a mother… definitely not mother earth…
When I want to write
I have so many things…
And again I remember my amma…
She reminisces about a family
A busy family indeed… wants to build a home for Mom
All the time… they want their mom to be in good home
A home of all comforts… they always vow to do that
When they come home tired and exhausted
They vow to do it tomorrow…
A home for mom is never a reality!
She is always home but she owns nothing.
Well… I wonder what I am trying to say…
Ok… let me do it this way…
Mother of a disabled child:
Always at the threshold of confusion and comparison
The do’s and don’ts of motherhood
Wishing to deny disabled child’s existence
Too painful to do so
Often confused and confiscating her emotions
Fighting always with relatives
And not-so relatives
She is a fugitive of her own thoughts
Too many expectations
Too many set-goals
She is in a silent race held by society
A race with no wins… a race with no one
Trying to make her child NORMAL
Always comparing notes
Guilty of her child-birth
Guilty of her own thoughts
Stereo-type images of success
Always bearing in mind
Striving hard to make her child NORMAL
Not thought of making the DISTINCT
My dear mother!
When will you stop worrying?
About my life, my marriage, and again my life
I am not a super human
Make me distinct
God has given me to you
Because you are brave!
Don’t be in a craving of normalcy
Please don’t expect for miracles
And create debacles in life of your ABLED child
I love you so much!
Please love me unconditionally AS I AM!!