Since my childhood, I’ve always taken my mother for granted I never realize that a Mother is a Blessing of God. I don’t why, but she was a full-time cook or a servant for me. I never appreciated her and never realized here worth, until she stopped doing for us. It all started when I and my siblings grew up. If we’d be ill, she would run around the city to get an appointment with the best doctor in the town. Or if she’d fall ill, we never took it seriously, neither had she complained about it. If she spoke, we counted it as a tantrum.
I had already blocked her on social media platforms. I was always embarrassed by her. She never had time for herself. She was always busy with cooking our favorite dishes, cleaning our rooms, taking care of our pets, and doing laundry so we have a clean dress to wear at our workplaces and academies.
A Mother is an Obvious Blessing
I remember, my mother and father had a huge fight when I was 17. It was the night when everything changed. My mother stopped complaining. She stopped asking for money for herself. She’d pay me for a spa but never go to salon herself. We would buy a new dress every 20 days, but she never brought anything for herself for the last 3 years. We didn’t know. Maybe we didn’t notice it. We were busy with our hectic schedules. My father is a businessman. He’d probably stay out of the country.
My mother passed away due to COVID. It was a usual funeral until we realized we have no one to look after us. We have no one to keep a check on us. We saw our friends turning away from us. Our father being a busy person didn’t want a huge gathering at the funeral. He had a business meeting and he didn’t care about us. He left us; broken and shattered. That’s when I realized that it was not my mother, but my father; the toxic one.
Just a message to all of growing people; Never take your parents for granted. They are the only ones sticking to you; especially your mother. We saw our father leaving us. We never listened to our mother and stood with dad every time they argued. Later we realized, our mother was not one throwing tantrums, it was our father provoking her to this level. We wish we’d bring her back.