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Eight Lies of a Mother

The story began when I was a child; I was born as a son of a poor family. Even for eating, we often got lack of food. Whenever the time for eating, mother often gave me her portion of rice. While she was removing her rice into my bowl, she would say “Eat this rice, son. I’m not hungry”. That was Mother’s First Lie.

When I was getting to grow up, the persevering mother gave her spare time for fishing in a river near our house, she hoped that from the fishes she got, she could gave me a little bit nutritious food for my growth. After fishing, she would cook the fishes to be a fresh fish soup, which raised my appetite. While I was eating the soup, mother would sit beside me and eat the rest meat of fish, which was still on the bone of the fish I ate. My heart was touched when I saw it. I then used my chopstick and gave the other fish to her. But she immediately refused it and said “Eat this fish, son. I don’t really like fish.” That was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, when I was in Junior High School, to fund my study, mother went to an economic enterprise to bring some used-matches boxes that would be stuck in. It gave her some money for covering our needs. As the winter came, I woke up from my sleep and looked at my mother who was still awoke, supported by a little candlelight and within her perseverance she continued the work of sticking some used-matches box. I said, “Mother, go to sleep, it’s late, tomorrow morning you still have to go for work.” Mother smiled and said “Go to sleep, dear. I’m not tired.” That was Mother’s Third Lie.

At the time of final term, mother asked for a leave from her work in order to accompany me. While the daytime was coming and the heat of the sun was starting to shine, the strong and persevering mother waited for me under the heat of the sun’s shine for several hours. As the bell rang, which indicated that the final exam had finished, mother immediately welcomed me and poured me a glass of tea that she had prepared before in a cold bottle. The very thick tea was not as thick as my mother’s love, which was much thicker. Seeing my mother covering with perspiration, I at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said “Drink, son. I’m not thirsty!”. That was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After the death of my father because of illness, my poor mother had to play her role as a single parent. By held on her former job, she had to fund our needs alone. Our family’s life was more complicated. No days without sufferance. Seeing our family’s condition that was getting worse, there was a nice uncle who lived near my house came to help us, either in a big problem and a small problem. Our other neighbors who lived next to us saw that our family’s life was so unfortunate, they often advised my mother to marry again. But mother, who was stubborn, didn’t care to their advice; she said “I don’t need love.” That was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my study and then got a job, it was the time for my old mother to retire. But she didn’t want to; she was sincere to go to the marketplace every morning, just to sell some vegetable for fulfilling her needs. I, who worked in the other city, often sent her some money to help her in fulfilling her needs, but she was stubborn for not accepting the money. She even sent the money back to me. She said “I have enough money.” That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

After graduated from Bachelor Degree, I then continued my study to Master Degree. I took the degree, which was funded by a company through a scholarship program, from a famous University in America . I finally worked in the company. Within a quite high salary, I intended to take my mother to enjoy her life in America . But my lovely mother didn’t want to bother her son, she said to me “I’m not used to.” That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

After entering her old age, mother got a flank cancer and had to be hospitalized. I, who lived in miles away and across the ocean, directly went home to visit my dearest mother. She lied down in weakness on her bed after having an operation. Mother, who looked so old, was staring at me in deep yearn. She tried to spread her smile on her face; even it looked so stiff because of the disease she held out. It was clear enough to see how the disease broke my mother’s body, thus she looked so weak and thin. I stared at my mother within tears flowing on my face. My heart was hurt, so hurt, seeing my mother on that condition. But mother, with her strength, said “Don’t cry, my dear. I’m not in pain.” That was Mother’s Eight Lie.

After saying her eighth lie, my dearest mother closed her eyes forever.

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I received above beautiful and touching story of a mother and son in an email. This is a symbolic story for all mothers and sons. I have a habit of sharing good things that I come across, with others. Here son describes eight lies of his mother. He describes various events that happened with him after he was born. How his mother sacrificed her own wishes to fulfill his. The story has a meaning of its own. Experiences with mother and son can be different but meaning remains same – unbounded, unconditional love.

Let me shade some more light on this story and add my own thoughts.

Before a child grows and reaches to age of 2 years, mother encounters with various such lies which are unspoken in form of words, but feelings. A few month’s child pees a lot in a day. What a mother does? Does she get angry? No, rather she removes her child’s wear, puts on another wear, washes them off. I am not a child specialist doctor but I can randomly say that a few month’s child must be peeing at least 20 times a day. Just imagine about care taken by our mother when we had not reached an understanding age. We don’t even remember it, do we?

A child cries. What happens then? His/her mother takes her child in her palms, recites beautiful lullabies. Child sleeps anytime and wakes up anytime, but mother manages all timings. She has to perform household duties, look after other family members and at the same time manage unmanaged timings of her child.

She spends sleepless nights for her child if child wakes up at night. Even she feels deep sleeps, she sings lullabies, gives real warmth to child.

Mother is a symbol of devotion and unconditional love.  She believes in quote “love me for a reason and let the reason be love.” She loves her child for the sake love only. There are no demands, no paybacks. So just imagine, when that child grows (say we), and hurts her mother, what she must be feeling?

મા એ મા બિજા બધા વગડા ના વા

We have this idiom in Gujarat, which says Mother is Everything. So true it is.

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Devang Vibhakar is the Founder and Editor of www.SpeakBindas.com. He has interviewed more than 350 people. His effort was recognized by Limca Book of Records, twice. He has been to Scotland as well as Germany as part of vocational & cultural exchange programs and has compiled five books so far. He's passionate about bringing forth interesting stories & interviews of entrepreneurs to avid readers of SpeakBindas. He can be reached here.

One thought on “Eight Lies of a Mother

  1. Kunal Pandya says:

    This is a heart-touching article brother. Like they say in ancient scriptures, a son or daughter’s first duty is towards his/her mother and then the god. “Matru Devo Bhava!” means “Mother is the Goddess”.

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Devang Vibhakar
Devang Vibhakar
(Editor, www.SpeakBindas.com)
SpeakBindas is a Limca Book of Awards winning blog. It's a PR3 blog with 1000+ articles & Interviews. Devang Vibhakar - Founder - has interviewed more than 350+ people and has been to Scotland, London & Germany. He's a writer, speaker, traveler & movie-goer !! He has also written four books. He's passionate about bringing forth interesting stories & interviews of people from various sectors of life to avid readers of SpeakBindas. You can reach him here .