There is no OTHER like a MOTHER

© 2001-2003, Shahriar Shahriari & Meher Amalsad

 

There is a story about this young girl who came to a crisis center with a little can in her hands.

This can was so precious to her that no matter where she went, she carried that can with her. Whether it was the shower or bathroom, cafeteria or bedroom, the can was always with her. In moments of agony she would rock the can and hug it for comfort.

When people would ask her, "What’s inside the can?" She would say, "Nothing". Then one day, she finally confided to someone, "It’s my mother, inside this can". "Your mother!" asked the person.

"What do you mean it’s your mother inside this can?", and she said, "It’s my mother’s ashes inside this can."

Then she cried and she said, "You know, I never got to know who my mother really was. Just a few days after I was born, I was dumped inside a garbage can. For years I went from foster home to foster home, hoping that someday I would find my mother.

Then one day I decided to look for my mother on my own. When I finally found her house, I was told that she was in the hospital dying of a terminal disease.

I rushed to the hospital, and got to meet her just a few hours before she died. But just before my mother died, she held my hands and she told me, "Sweetheart, I love you"…..

 

Dear Mom

I know that at times I have disagreed with what you have told me... but I want you to know that even in those times, though I may not relate to the form of your approach, I see the wisdom of its essence. I want you to know Mom that although the form may not be relevant in my life, the essence is certainly valuable to me.

So the next time you see that I don't get what you share with me, please don't give up on me. Just use your creativity and re-form your words in a way that they become relevant in my world, and then I will gladly apply them and benefit from the value they offer.

And Mom, one more thing. The next time you see me doing something really weird, please don't just assume that I have gone off the deep end. Ask me what essence, what value I am bringing into a form that is relevant in my life.

Because Mom, I may not live life in the same form as you do, but I sure know that my values are your values, because my essence comes from your essence.

With much Love

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Mother's Day

In spite of my strange ways, mother you dare
In the face of my madness, mother you care
Your heart & soul ceaselessly, mother you share.

All night long, rocked your baby in your chair
Later on, your gentle hands combed my hair
When I erred, I only met your fair stare.

In return, I tire you, I wear and tear;
As a child, in dirt & mud, my feet were bare
When I grew, I seemed to have no time to spare.

Once a year, I seem to come out of nowhere
To tell you how in my mind, mother, you fare
And then it's back to normal for another year.

Not giving up on me, mother, is your flair
In your womb, for nine months, nurture & bear
And then a lifetime to share your love & care.

Mother, at least for one time, let me declare
I adore you, your courage, your love & care
And am blessed to have you as my mother.

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