I wonder what people mean when they talk about wings, for me they have different meanings..
I feel like soaring in the clouds when i make my parents proud of me, or when someone praises me in front of my mum and dad and i see dad's chest swell with pride.
I feel the clouds passing by me when my little brother comes to me with his maths problems and when i solve them he asks me "Apne kya PhD ki hai maths mein"
I feel like touching the sky when i make people smile, when i help my patients, when i make aunties smile on my trip back to home on bus everyday.
I feel like bathing in the shining sun in the sky when i play with kids, colour with them, tickle them and see them laughing.
And i feel like taking slides on the rainbows when he makes my heart flutter like a butterfly by making me believe that he would always be mine...
The day i was born i was crying, but you smiled at me, hugged me close and kissed my cheek, from that time you and i had a special relationship,.. A most precious one..
You would be patient with me when i wouldn't eat, you wouldn't eat unless i have been well fed, those lullabies that you would sing me to sleep, the stories and poems that you taught me.. You introduced me to my religion, myself, my identity. You taught me how to speak, you took my hand and showed me how to walk..
I remember those times when i had jaundice and you would be by my side, awake all night, sponging me with cold water so that my fever would decrease and you would keep praying to God to cure me..
Those times when i would come back from school crying, with bruises on my chin and knees, you cried seeing me in pain.. I still remember the way you would cautiously dab cotton soaked in antiseptic not to make me hurt..
Those times when you woke up with me in exams or helping me with my home work... Mum Thank you is a very small word for everything you have done for me..
Mum you gave my life a meaning, you gave me the self confidence which swells my heart with gratitude.. Mum i am sorry for those terrible times when i disagreed with you or raised my voice against you.. What was i thinking???
Mum you are my world, your lap is my safest sanctuary, I want to be like you. I wish i could be like you when i become a mother. all i can say is mum I love you, you made me what i am today, your blood runs in my veins, you are my identity.. I can never repay you back, no mater what i do...
© Rabea Kamran
This is another share that was worth sharing...
Pencil: I'm sorry
Eraser: For what? You didn't do anything wrong.
Pencil: I'm sorry because you get hurt because of me. Whenever I made a mistake, you're always there to erase it. But as you make my mistakes vanish, you lose a part of yourself. You get smaller and smaller each time.
Eraser: That's true. But I don't really mind. You see, I was made to do this. I was made to help you whenever you do something wrong. Even though one day, I know I'll be gone and you'll replace me with a new one, I'm actually happy with my job. So please, stop worrying. I hate seeing you sad.
I found this conversation between the pencil and the eraser very inspirational.
Parents are like the eraser whereas their children are the pencil. They're always there for their children, cleaning up their mistakes. Sometimes along the way, they get hurt, and become smaller / older, and eventually pass on. Though their children will eventually find someone new (spouse), but parents are still happy with what they do for their children, and will always hate seeing their precious ones worrying, or sad.
All my life, I've been the pencil. And it pains me to see the eraser that is my parents getting smaller and smaller each day. For I know that one day, all that I'm left with would be eraser shavings and memories of what I used to have.
