The fact is, I could have been a better daughter.
I could have been less critical. Less strident in my opposition of her way. Less insistent on my right to do it my way.
I could have loved her as she was, and not tried to constantly make her change, to get with the times, to loosen up.
I could have held her in compassion. Seen her through eyes of understanding. Listened with an open heart. Spoken with an open mind.
And mostly, I didn’t.
I was a teenager. A rebel. Angry and confused by what I saw as her dismissal of me. Her disregard for my feelings, my needs, my wants.
I was narcissistic. Insensitive. Unkind.
I cannot change the past.
My mother didn’t teach me that. At 93, she still wishes she could change the course of time, alter its path.
What she has taught me though, again and again, is the value of kindness.
The need for it. The importance of it. The beauty of it.
My mother is a kind woman.
Gentle of heart. Soft-spoken, she has never fit comfortably into the world beyond the beautiful confines of the place where she was born.
She grew up in a then French colony on the coast of south east India. Pondicherry was the place she always goes back to in her memory. Surrounded by 9 siblings, various cousins and aunts and uncles, at the edge of the Indian Ocean, she remembers family gatherings on sun-soaked beaches, monkeys shrieking from the branches of swaying palm trees, the smell of frangipani soaking the air, the laughter of children, the smell of incense burning in the Catholic cathedral where she did her First Communion, changed the flowers on the altar every Saturday in preparation of Sunday mass. And her Amah. The woman who cared for her, helped her dress, helped her learn her arithmetic, do her school work. Be a good girl.
Until she met my father, my mother wanted to be a nun. She wanted to devote her life to God.
And in some ways, she has. She is devout, never without words of a prayer far from her lips, her mantra, “God’s will be done.”
I never understood her steadfast belief, her devotion to someone, some thing she could not see.
For my mother, God was and continues to be real. She does not need to ‘see’ Him with her eyes. She knows Him in her heart and she knows, he sees her. He knows her heart.
And that is enough for my mother.
My mother is a woman of grace.
At 93 she still has a girlish charm and beauty that never fades. Her hands are crooked and deformed by arthritis but her heart remains pure with a Love that never fades, never goes away.
She still does not fit comfortably into the world around her. She cannot understand the violence, the anger, the hatred.
It is what makes her shine with kindness.
Because no matter what is happening in the world around her, my mother will always find the kind word, the kind path.
I was a challenging teenager, a not so nice daughter.
This journey of forgiving the past is a constant journey through Love. Sometimes, my mother and I navigate the waters well. Other times, we struggle. Our history runs deep.
And yet, for all our struggles, because of the depth of my mother’s teachings about kindness, one thing never changes. We are forever bound in a circle of love that began when she gave birth to the woman I am today.
Thank you mom for my life. Thank you for the lessons. The memories and the Love. Thank you for your million kindnesses.
dear apple Louise
seems you’ve not fallen far from your tree!
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Dear, ‘orange you’ Mark. Thank you. 🙂
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And you carry that kindness and love in your heart Louise! A beautiful tribute to your mom. All teenagers are narcissistic, as moms we don’t care, we just love them the best we know how and they grow up and have children of their own and their eyes are opened to the love of their mothers and their hearts are grateful. ❤
Diana xo
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Thank you Diana. And so true — we just love them the best we know how! ❤
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Beautiful words of gratitude! But words are never enough for mothers…such is their role in our lives! Happy Mother’s Day dear Louise. Stay blessed.
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Thank you Balroop. May you stay blessed as well. ❤
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The fact is I know I could have been a better son. Fortunately, Louise, I came into this awareness several years back and am blessed to still have my Mom alive to appreciate and thank for so much she has done in my life. As much as I try, there is still no way I can ever repay her for everything. I simply create (though not enough) time to share time and experiences with her and reiterate the abundance of my love. Yours words are beautiful and warming.
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Ah Eric. What a beautiful comment. It is good to share the abundance of love. ❤
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Your mother sounds like a lovely lady and a wonderful mother, you may have been a difficult child but I can tell you we love our difficult children just as much as we love our easy children
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It’s a good thing mothers do love even the difficult ones Joanne! I might not have made it! 🙂
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So beautiful. Happy Mother’s day ❤❤
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And to you too dear Nikky ❤ ❤
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I remember a few years back, when you wrote about things being troubled in the past with you and your mother. Louise, I am so happy for you that you are now in this wonderful place in your relationship with your mother and especially for you at this time of year – on Mother’s Day. You are truly blessed to still have your mother with you at her age of 93.
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