Mother Day

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Mother's Day

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Mother's Day has emerged from the ancient festivals dedicated to Mother as

Goddess of Wealth, Love, Companion and Protector, since time immemorial. She

plays the role of Three Deviyan of Mata Lakshmi, Mata Saraswati and Mata Gouri.

The very presence of Mother continue to radiate the Infinite Grace, Compassion,

Love, Affection, Devotion & Complete Surrender lent a Divine Spiritual

Vibration in the entire surroundings.The ecstasy of queenly, godlessly &

motherly devotional stature of three Goddesses Lakshmi, Saraswati & Gouri, all

three in one, is seen in Mother.

 

KANGAN KO AARSI KEE ZARORAT NAHIN HAI. SEEING IS BELIEVING.

I remember the day I realized it, that first moment of perfect clarity in which

I came to the conclusion that my mother had been, and always would be, right

about everything. Not just about the little things, but about every single

thing. She waited up for me every night, not wanting to go to sleep until each

member of her little family was safely home and in bed. I sat in the kitchen,

telling her about my evening, when the epiphany came like the proverbial

lightening bolt, this godlike woman sitting in front of me, at the kitchen

table, had been correct about the course of my life. And I loved it. Over the

summer of my 16th year, I prepared for my first year of university, it dawned

on me that my mother had predicted this turn of events as far back as the ninth

grade. “You'll find you won't stay at one place.” she would say, in response to

my declarations of undying loyalty and togetherness, when she and I had one of

our usual discussions about the quality of my school, travelling from Chembur

to V.T. and back. And, as my path diverged from the usual adolescent pursuits

of boys and music to scholarship and career, my old friends moved on with their

lives, as we no longer had anything in common except love for each other for

sitting on the same bench in the class like five Pandvas. Hoping this was an

isolated incident, I spent that night awake, searching for more of her

portentous advice, finding instance after instance of her wisdom come to

fruition. But how many mothers could say, with complete honesty, that fateful

day in 1944 had been all fun and games until I lost my father. And I recall

ensuring all my limbs were safely inside the moving vehicle, in contrast to my

friend who learned to write with her left hand. Only my mother could provide

hard evidence of tales coming true. A careful review of my life indicated that

she had been inculcating me, from birth, with her motherly advice. She helped

me save face more than once with her uncanny ability to accurately chart the

trajectory of any given relationship, dropping hints to guide me and even

asking me my revision of certain subjects. On many nights, she would be awake

to goad me and prepare tea for me to study and never allow me to stay overnight

with my frineds, when she was assured that I really didn't want to say yes. And

she would allow me to blame her, as I artificially put her down to my friends

for forbidding me to do the thing I least wanted to do. Despite her seemingly

psychic abilities, she did allow me to make my own mistakes, and learn from

them. As a talented chef, she tried desperately to make the most enchanting

food to relish and never any thought of eating outside to upset my stomach. Nor

did she comment when I decided to make it my life's goals to grow my bangs down

to my chin, except when it made my travel difficult, or when I decided that

having the night out with friends.I question my sanity each time I look through

one of my old school yearbooks, wondering how I could have possibly thought that

the subjects I chose as my carrier or why I sported a beard to look to new

heights in my graduation picture, but not once have I heard an I-told-you-so or

“see, your mother is always right.” Even though she was. Even I was being called

by Swami Chinmayanadaji, the Institution in Himself, "Partha, catch this

beareded young man."

She had her moments, when her need to share her life experiences overrode my

adolescent stubbornness and sense of conviction, regardless of the situations.

Yes, she had been right when she suggested I would be happier after the

Secondary school, instead of just attending to be with my friends. Yes, she was

right that not eating for three days to lose weight would result in my passing

out in McDonald’s Burger. And yes, she was right when she said not to withdraw

my savings from the bank, just to save for the rainy day. Otherwise, she

watched and waited for me to come to her for advice. How maddening to realize I

could have avoided mistakes, if only I had consulted my mother each and every

time I made a decision. How irritating to look back on my seemingly perpetual

humiliations and bad choices, knowing that one word from my Mom could have

prevented them. But how reassuring to know that my mother, despite her

foreknowledge of the way things would turn out, allowed me to live my life in

my own way, because she knew if I was to become the omniscient person into

which she had evolved, she must permit me to use my faulty adolescent judgments

and live with the consequences. That last night with her, she merely looked at

me with thankful eyes for me to observe of her eternal rightousness, when she

left her mortal coil, suggesting that I follow her example. And I did and I am

still doing.

MOTHER'S LOVE.

Great Mother, Why do I doubt myself so deeply? Why do I feel so weak when I

have been so strong? Why must I fear the ones I love? I’m estranged even from

myself. I strengthen my back and raise my head but the shame doesn’t

disappear. You’ve given me someone to love but sometimes it feels so wrong.

Can I do anything right? My day dreams are so short and the long ones are

nightmares. Oh Mother your love still surrounds me wherever I go and your voice

whispers to me what I need to know. Your beauty astounds me I can’t ask for

more so lovable & so kind to me, a cold fire to endure. Your love’s beyond

knowing a mystery so pure.

I’m just burning and tossed

between joy and despair but with wings I could catch and fly

through midair.

Your love is alone in a land far away. Her voice just an echo in my ears and my

soul. I long for night’s slumber to take me away that I may hold her in my dream

everynight. In mourning for you and pray for that Spring when you will return.

Look into the past. Look both ways around you like BABA at last. He knows all

about you & me, He knows how I feel. Yes, my sorrows are deeper and no

troubles at all love my Mother, who built me this dream. I am grateful to Baba

for to live and to breathe are the greatest of gifts to ever receive. Without

His power we could never have been what we are today. My mom was very sweet and

always caring.She was worried about me when I was in school.She ensured that I

get up early and be in time.She cared about every one in the house.But best of

all, my mom loved all of usWho lived with her, both when we were good and

bad.She made me happy with a hug and kiss

And held my hands whenever I was sad

and needed her the most..

Mommy, I love you for all that you had done for me.Your kiss you and hug, I

still linger on.You fed me and taught me all the tricks of life.Your smile,

your love and your contentmentare the reminders for all us to remember.

 

I Love You Mother, you are so special and kindAnd I love you so as you helped me

to build my characterAnd I want you to know.The thought of you by me, just makes

me smile.We were so close forever and not just a while.I appreciated you mother

and I love still which lingers in me.

8th May is the Mother's Day. You must realise the greatness of mother's love,

who lives or lived for the welfare and fulfillment and happiness for entire

family. In order to propagate Mother's Love,this day is being remembered &

celebrated as Mother's Day. Each one of you should respect, love and make their

mother happy. When mother is happy, you are happy."

Real Mothers don't eat; till they have given proper food to all in the

family. Real Mothers know that their kitchen is as clean as

their own Bed room. Real Mothers often have keep every

nice and tidy to be an exampleto kids. Real Mothers sometimes

ask "why me?" and get their answer when a little voice

says, "because I love you best."

Real Mothers know that a child's growth is not measured

by height or years or grade. It is marked by the progression of

Ma-ma to Mommy to Mom.

A mother of boys works from Sun up 'till Sun down.

"Walk a little

slower, Mom"

Said a little child so small.

"I'm following in your footsteps,

And I don't want to fall.

Sometimes your steps are very fast,

Sometimes they're hard to

see; So walk a

little slower, Mom,

For you are leading me.

Someday when I'm all

grown up, You're what

I want to be; Then I

will have a little child

Who'll want to follow me.

And I would want to lead just right,

And know that I was true;

So, walk a little slower, My Great Lady,

For I must follow you.""Yes, Mother, I can see

you are flawed. You have not hidden it. That is your greatest gift to me." -

Do not ask me how long I will be, I will come out when I am done.Do not bring

the phone to the bathroom door. Do not go running back to the phone yelling

"She's in the bathroom!"Do not begin to fight as soon as I go in.Oh ... and

yes, I still love you. Mom

There is only one pretty child in the world and every mother has it. - I

asked Mom if I was a gifted child ... she said they certainly wouldn't have

paid for me.Children are natural mimics, who act like their parents despite

every effort to teach them good manners.Children seldom misquote you. In fact,

they usually repeat word for word what you shouldn't have said.The main purpose

of holding children's parties is to remind yourself that there are children more

awful than your own.We child proofed our home three years ago and they're ill

getting in!

Mother's

Creed

As I hold you in my arms for the

first time, I look down at your

innocent face and tell you,

"I am your Moma" and I

tell you what good friends we'll become.

I promise you that my heart will always be a safe haven

where my love for you will know no obstacles.

I will always have faith in you and believe in

you. My home will always be your

home. You are my second chance,

sweet innocent baby. My second

chance to bake cake, and watch the

sparkling anticipation in your eyes.

My second chance to sit and rock a baby to sleep in

my arms, experiencing the tiny heart beating next to mine

as you rest upon my chest.

My second chance to experience the wonder

of a child discovering he can walk and blow

dandelions into the sky.

A second chance to view

the world through the innocence of a child's heart.

And this time, there will be no

rushing to keep schedules and clean

the house. I promise to be a child

with you when you need me to be and

a source of strength when that's what you need from me. I promise that you will

hear more "yes" more often than "no" from me, but I will always honor and

respect the place of your mother and father. I will never try to outshine them

or diminish their role in your life. For as much as I love you, they love you

more.We'll grow old together ... I'll just get there a little sooner.Someday,

when I'm gone, you'll look back upon all the times we shared and you'll smile.

The name Grandmother will always hold a special place in your heart, just as

you have always held one in mine. Quickly at a glance it reflects that:

Mother's spiritual progress is Matchless

Her grace is Boundless

Her mercy is Unlimited

Her knowledge is Infinite

Her bhakti is Immeasurable

Her glory is Indescribable

She breathes in & out Gurunamam

Speaks always Guruleelas

Food that she takes Guru bhakti

Blood circulation Carries nothing but Veda mantras and

pooja path

Hands are always Engaged in seva and puja

Moves only To Satsang

Her strength is Faith in Gurudev

Achievements Shedding of ego & surrender to Guru

Hobby Namasmarna and spreading Guru Mahima

Spare time Utilizes for reading spiritual books

and hearing devotional songs

Valuable asset Guru sannidhanam

Renounced Sansar

Her Comfort Making others comfortable

Condemns Gossiping and loitering

Always ready To help others in difficulties

Spends her wealth For spiritual acts

Tan man dhan Surrendered for Guruseva

 

Such a divine mother suddenly set her divine yatra to heavenly abode leaving one

& all. Always take care your Mother as She has been taking care of you. She is

boon in life, those who still have her.

To My Divine Mother

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