This is a special series on Mothers in my extended family to celebrate the upcoming Mother's Day.
This story is from my sister Latha Warrier as a reply to some questions I asked.
Amma was highly versatile, she could do just about anything. She could cook the most amazing food, stitch clothes and dolls from left-over pieces of cloth for her children - despite never having any training in sewing, fix the leaking roof, not to mention trap and catch a mouse with just a piece of cloth in her hands. She was indeed by far the most amazingly fearless woman I ever knew. I did not ever see her frightened, no matter what the circumstances. I have seen her rescue a dazed sparrow that fell into our balcony, I have seen her clear out wasp nests many times and not bat an eyelid on all the occasions and there were many of them, when my younger baby brother would come home hurt and bleeding profusely from his antics.
There were times when she was heartless or at least that was what I thought. She'd scrub my scabies-induced wounds relentlessly, clean and tug my hair vigorously and discipline us without mercy. I'm sure she was doing the best she could given her own upbringing, health challenges and the fact that she had to raise us on a very tight budget. I don't think I could have done half as well as her as a
mother of four and in the same circumstances.
There are times I wish she was still alive.
She died at 63 when she was tragically still young but ailing. I was 31 then and not yet old enough to start thinking of
my parents as individuals in their own right. I'd have loved to take both my parents on extensive travels, to show them my home, to have them meet and know my husband and to see what a fine woman they have shaped me into. Sadly, this is not to be!
#mothersday #amma #motherslove #loveformymother #parentsdie #sadrealities
Did you like the story?
You may like these I wrote about my Amma, our mother
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You can also read Latha's guest post on my blog here
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