Mother's Cradle of Love

I often wonder if my mother has been brought from planet Krypton. She is forever doing what is for the best for the family, cooking, cleaning, nurturing, caring, counselling, encouraging and the adjective continue on and on and on.

I cant remember many days when my mother was ill or tired and food was never on the table. Even today at 60+ she continues to show the strength of a 20 year adult.

I cannot understand what the child feels when they try to alienate themselves from their parents or torture the very people who were responsible for his health and education. I am astounded at the events that a parent has to endure at the hand of their own child who they once cradled in their arms and held them lest they fall and hurt themselves.

Recently, I became a proud father to a son and he is a bundle of joy. I see a mother in my wife and she makes me feel proud. My son is attached to her like a ray to the sun. When I see them together I have the happiness and joy that no money can buy. What amazes me further, is that my wife shows the same strength as my mother when it comes to taking care of our son and I just get to thinking what is it in being a mother?

The joy you see in their eyes when they are close to their child is joy in itself. She will cuddle him, raise him, hold him, caress his wounds, smile with him, make him laugh, play with him and all without a single cry or regret of being tired after a long day at work.

I for one cannot bear to clean his diapers when he has done a big job and to that both my wife and my mother come running to the rescue. I just find it absurd that a child feeding on milk only has the ability to convert something white into green and it comes with the aroma that would pull anyone out of their deep slumber. I tried doing it with some oil paints to change the colour to green from white but was not very successful at it. To me that is a work of either god or the enzymes in his stomach are working on overtime.

The other day he was prompt to call our his first word, "Da-da". To which I was surprised, speechless, astounded, shocked, etc! but the look in my wife's face was even more heartening. She was more excited that he started to speak and make sounds from his mouth (Till then the only sounds he made were his gurgles and the occasional farts that would prompt us to open the windows).

My son, is always running to me for playing and having a good time. Dada is the happy person who is always ready to carry him and play with his toys and let him do as he pleases. But if he is hungry, tired or sleepy, then it has always been his mommy's arms to hold. I have tried but with a lot of effort in putting him to sleep or feeding him. But when he comes to my wife he is always hungry and happy to eat. He falls to sleep with a few taps on the back, gently lays his head on her chest and his ticket is booked to dreamland.

I keep seeing mothers in all walks of life going the distance to ensure their child is safe, healthy and strong. To this day I feel comfortable in sharing my thoughts with my mother and have always regarded her as a good friend rather than a person who was responsible for me. I know that in her eyes I will always be the child who would hold her hand and learn to walk. Till this very day, I enjoy sleeping on my mothers lap and enjoy her cradle of love she has for me.