Mother

Mom.

Such an easy word. Rolls off every human's tongue easily. The first word we learn as an infant and the one we all want to have a special relationship with.

Some moms are easy to deal with and some aren't. Most get by. I couldn't quite place my mother in these categories. I sometimes think that it is so for most children. The greatest mom when she supports you and a troublesome one when she points out stuff to you.

But what do you call her when you d not know what is she doing to you?

Perhaps this question ought to be re-phrased. What would you call yourself if you cannot understand her actions? Especially, if she has been your sole logical mind. What ever she does would be good for you , however it may be. Or at the least that was what I grew up believing.

I still do not know if that is a wrong assumption. This pretty much sums up one of the many storms in my head

In India, dating was just beginning to take off when I was getting married. My parents were looking for a suitable groom to get me married when I was 25 years old. There were arguments , big ones that kept the household in high gear most of the days.

My mom and dad were arguing who was the better one , the one he chose or the one she liked. I know , I know , at this point many would be wondering if my choice was never considered. It was. It was the final decision. If I did not like him , he was out , no matter what.

Both of them respected that. The one problem? My mom never found someone she liked to be good enough for me nor did she like anyone my dad brought in. Where was the question of my choice here? The proposals never came to me.

Now I wasn't someone who did not want to date. I could find no one special much to my dismay. Still , it wasn't like I did not try to start something with a few acquaintances. Nothing picked up pace.

Meanwhile , my mother was being labelled as possessive by everyone. She allowed no "unworthy" guy to come near me nor did she was she prepared to let someone who was imperfect to come into our family


While some moms put down their children and are labelled narcissistic , mine wanted THE BEST for me and never approved of anyone else unless he was of course "PERFECT" . I was prepared to live my life alone. It felt much more peaceful.