Intro- My son's school has a newsletter that publishes an " ode to a child " written by the parents of XII class students every month. I was asked to write one- I did, but wasn't appopriate for a public newsletter - didn't want to embarass my son. perhaps, I could publish it in an anonymous forum like this.
Maybe, others could add to this thread. We've had some beautiful sections written on parents in this forum- we could maybe continue them in this thread?
An ode to a parent/child
An ode to a parent/child
A MOTHERS ODE TO A SON - part I ( Disclaimer- maybe bit too heavy for some)
My elder son will soon leave home to become a college man - an adult almost, on his own for the first time!
He is his usual" self-assuring" self- Don't worry Amma, he says, I won't go wild I promise, I'll make the most of the college experience.
It seems like yesterday that I received that phone call from my new husband. He had gone to the village to attend the funeral of his friends. His voice was quivering. I called him ' Anna ' he said and meant it.
He taught me how to read, write,ride a bicycle and swim. He protected me from the village bullies . We'd spend hours grazing cattle on the mountain and talk about everything - including the girls we'd marry and the kind of fathers we'd become someday. I loved him very much. All my childhood memories are associated with him. He would be very disappointed with me if I did not take care of his son cabo, he said and I am bringing him home with me.
I was 21 and became an instant mother to a 4 year old. In a way, we grew up together...he now is a son, a friend and a parent even!
I learnt so much from him-his strength lies within, unaffected by what others said of him. A boy who knows his place and knows that he is loved. A boy who lives in perfect harmony with himself and those around him.
I hope I am a mother worthy of such a boy.
My elder son will soon leave home to become a college man - an adult almost, on his own for the first time!
He is his usual" self-assuring" self- Don't worry Amma, he says, I won't go wild I promise, I'll make the most of the college experience.
It seems like yesterday that I received that phone call from my new husband. He had gone to the village to attend the funeral of his friends. His voice was quivering. I called him ' Anna ' he said and meant it.
He taught me how to read, write,ride a bicycle and swim. He protected me from the village bullies . We'd spend hours grazing cattle on the mountain and talk about everything - including the girls we'd marry and the kind of fathers we'd become someday. I loved him very much. All my childhood memories are associated with him. He would be very disappointed with me if I did not take care of his son cabo, he said and I am bringing him home with me.
I was 21 and became an instant mother to a 4 year old. In a way, we grew up together...he now is a son, a friend and a parent even!
I learnt so much from him-his strength lies within, unaffected by what others said of him. A boy who knows his place and knows that he is loved. A boy who lives in perfect harmony with himself and those around him.
I hope I am a mother worthy of such a boy.
An ode to a parent/child
A son..who is so thoughtful that he'll pass the tissues and dim the lights, when a rare " chick Flick" is being watched at home with friends, so his Amma can shed a tear or two without being made fun of!
A son..who'll play his Amma's favorite " Mouna ragam" back ground score on his violin one more time, without ever complaining!
A son..who'll remind his forgetful dad about the wedding anniversary/ ammas birthday and also keeps a bouquet of flowers from the garden handy..just in case....
A son..who tells his amma, when alone with her...that you know, you were wrong in your argument with mamayya ( Uncle), don't you? Its been a month and it's time you called him and dials the number for her!
A son...who consoles his Amma crying buckets, after the relative kept referring to him as " that Boy" throughout his stay with us. It's Ok Amma, he doesn't really know us- I know I belong here, i know I am loved and will never take that for granted.
A son..who'll help his Amma finish the ambitious Rangoli the night before deepavali because she has already spent four hours and no where close to finishing it! It's a different matter that he has to wear the hooded sweatshirt, dads glasses and turn the porch lights off- so the neighbor aunty and her girls won't see or recognise him!
After the rangoli is done, " There" he says " Now, you have no excuse to miss the daughter that you never had"!
No son, I will not miss the daughter I never had, but will miss your charm, your silly antics, your laughter, your unfailing politeness, your constant stream of friends, your impromptu dances, your soulful music, your empty bravado, your common sense, your kindness, your frienship and above all your love.
I will miss my Elder son !
POST SCRIPT- My DH found this couplet on his desk-
" Jaane Kya Woh keh gayee Aankhon Ki Bhasha Mein,
Dil Mera Dole - Asha .. Nirasha mein ?" ( Translation someone ?)
Bloody Romeo! My husband laughed after reading it! Did you write it ? i asked him. Oh no Amma, you give me way too much credit! It is from some hindi movie..it sounded nice, thats all!
Yes, thats my son too- A Hopeless Romantic!!
THE END.
A son..who'll play his Amma's favorite " Mouna ragam" back ground score on his violin one more time, without ever complaining!
A son..who'll remind his forgetful dad about the wedding anniversary/ ammas birthday and also keeps a bouquet of flowers from the garden handy..just in case....
A son..who tells his amma, when alone with her...that you know, you were wrong in your argument with mamayya ( Uncle), don't you? Its been a month and it's time you called him and dials the number for her!
A son...who consoles his Amma crying buckets, after the relative kept referring to him as " that Boy" throughout his stay with us. It's Ok Amma, he doesn't really know us- I know I belong here, i know I am loved and will never take that for granted.
A son..who'll help his Amma finish the ambitious Rangoli the night before deepavali because she has already spent four hours and no where close to finishing it! It's a different matter that he has to wear the hooded sweatshirt, dads glasses and turn the porch lights off- so the neighbor aunty and her girls won't see or recognise him!
After the rangoli is done, " There" he says " Now, you have no excuse to miss the daughter that you never had"!
No son, I will not miss the daughter I never had, but will miss your charm, your silly antics, your laughter, your unfailing politeness, your constant stream of friends, your impromptu dances, your soulful music, your empty bravado, your common sense, your kindness, your frienship and above all your love.
I will miss my Elder son !
POST SCRIPT- My DH found this couplet on his desk-
" Jaane Kya Woh keh gayee Aankhon Ki Bhasha Mein,
Dil Mera Dole - Asha .. Nirasha mein ?" ( Translation someone ?)
Bloody Romeo! My husband laughed after reading it! Did you write it ? i asked him. Oh no Amma, you give me way too much credit! It is from some hindi movie..it sounded nice, thats all!
Yes, thats my son too- A Hopeless Romantic!!
THE END.
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not heavy for me. Keep them coming. your writing skill and content are very addictive. given the standards set, I doubt if I can add any.
RK
RK
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Anu_Global
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Cabo,
THanks for such a beautiful post. Yes it was heavy for me...my elder son also in 12th grade, getting ready for college....I wish I could write something like this for him...
THanks for such a beautiful post. Yes it was heavy for me...my elder son also in 12th grade, getting ready for college....I wish I could write something like this for him...
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cabo;344750A son..who is so thoughtful that he'll pass the tissues and dim the lights, when a rare " chick Flick" is being watched at home with friends, so his Amma can shed a tear or two without being made fun of!
A son..who'll play his Amma's favorite " Mouna ragam" back ground score on his violin one more time, without ever complaining!
A son..who'll remind his forgetful dad about the wedding anniversary/ ammas birthday and also keeps a bouquet of flowers from the garden handy..just in case....
A son..who tells his amma, when alone with her...that you know, you were wrong in your argument with mamayya ( Uncle), don't you? Its been a month and it's time you called him and dials the number for her!
A son...who consoles his Amma crying buckets, after the relative kept referring to him as " that Boy" throughout his stay with us. It's Ok Amma, he doesn't really know us- I know I belong here, i know I am loved and will never take that for granted.
A son..who'll help his Amma finish the ambitious Rangoli the night before deepavali because she has already spent four hours and no where close to finishing it! It's a different matter that he has to wear the hooded sweatshirt, dads glasses and turn the porch lights off- so the neighbor aunty and her girls won't see or recognise him!
After the rangoli is done, " There" he says " Now, you have no excuse to miss the daughter that you never had"!
No son, I will not miss the daughter I never had, but will miss your charm, your silly antics, your laughter, your unfailing politeness, your constant stream of friends, your impromptu dances, your soulful music, your empty bravado, your common sense, your kindness, your frienship and above all your love.
I will miss my Elder son !
POST SCRIPT- My DH found this couplet on his desk-
" Jaane Kya Woh keh gayee Aankhon Ki Bhasha Mein,
Dil Mera Dole - Asha .. Nirasha mein ?" ( Translation someone ?)
Bloody Romeo! My husband laughed after reading it! Did you write it ? i asked him. Oh no Amma, you give me way too much credit! It is from some hindi movie..it sounded nice, thats all!
Yes, thats my son too- A Hopeless Romantic!!
THE END.
A true work of art; classic, beautiful and heart-felt.
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Cabo, How touching! You have a mighty heart. Often times, I try to imagine how it is to care for someone that’s not your own, and can barely make it to put down those feelings in words even in fictional world. Many compliments to you!! :)
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rajubiztech
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Cabo, Thanks for an excellent post.
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Cabo, I have already read your post more than ten times since morning. But, I feel like reading it again and again. Everytime I read it I get misty eyed.
Its simply beautiful! Thank you for sharing with us.
Its simply beautiful! Thank you for sharing with us.
An ode to a parent/child
cabo;344750 ...
POST SCRIPT- My DH found this couplet on his desk-
" Jaane Kya Woh keh gayee Aankhon Ki Bhasha Mein,
Dil Mera Dole - Asha .. Nirasha mein ?" ( Translation someone ?)
Bloody Romeo! My husband laughed after reading it! Did you write it ? i asked him. Oh no Amma, you give me way too much credit! It is from some hindi movie..it sounded nice, thats all!
Yes, thats my son too- A Hopeless Romantic!! ...
Cabo, Sweet description in both posts!
A rough translation:
Wonder what she said with the language of the eyes
My heart moves/switches in hope and despair (of a romantic kind),
:)
Search shows it is from the movie Vivah. Shahid Kapoor looks sooooo chocolate-boy-eeee. Haven't watched it, but movie is apparently available to watch on the Internet.
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