My Mom

All through my life till now i have been unable to wake up in the morning by listening to the alarm...it has always been with the sound of my mom clashing dishes in the kitchen.The aroma of her breakfast would be the first thing that i would smell and start my day...her hug would the first thing that would give me all my energy to start my day with.I remember when i was a little girl she would carry me on her back and leave me near the door of the bathroom.One fine day when i grew up i asked her this question "mom ,why did u carry me to the bathroom everyday?She replied,"i did not want your tiny feet to pain,walking in your sleep from the bed to the bathroom". That is when i realised that mothers who go through the pain of bearing a child and giving birth to them hate to see their little one in slightest pain.
                                My mom spent every single day in her life catering to our needs, right from the breakfast to ironing our clothes then preparing lunch,packing our school tiffins,droping us to school,picking us from school,helping us with our homework,cooking dinner, reading out stories at bedtime.I still wonder from where would she get all the stamina or energy to go on the entire day,without a single frown on her face constantly managing to keep a smiling face.
Today we have all grown up and flown out of our nest,all these years mom taught us to fly and now we have flown away leaving her behind only with memories to live with.In our diary where we mention our daily appointments, meeting with mom is fixed for Sundays.....I wonder what would have happened if she in her early years would have just fixed an appointment only on Sundays to look after us????