The Proud Mother - A Short Story

Every mother is proud of her child, whenever the child achieves a new milestone.All moms are simply stricken by seeing their child grow, as a baby, as a toddler, as a kid and as an adult. Even fathers do, but its the moms who spend more time with a child from the beginning.

So was the case with Ranjana, whose son was Rohit. Rohit was one adorable child who could win the admiration of everybody, who gets to meet or see him. He was cute, naughty, talkative , playful, intelligent, like any other child these days.

Ranjana had gone to pick up Rohit today, and everybody who sees her today, says

"Hey Ranjana! Cool! Congrats!"

"You are proud mother today!" said Mrs.Dicksey.

"I don't understand! What happened?"

"Well today your son bagged the Responsible Kid title for this month!" said Mrs. Dicksey.

Ranjana was immensely pleased and ran to her son and showered him with kisses.On their way back home, Ranjana asked how come he got this title.

Rohit said," Mom I saw a 1 dollar bill 2 weeks back on the playground and went to the principal and gave to her. She took down my name and class and said that if no one comes for it, I would get the dollar.No one came, so today, while calling out other Responsible kids who found things and gave it to the principal, my name was also called and look! I got the $1 bill! Whoo!Hoo!"

Saying so, he happily hopped admiring his prize! Ranjana was so proud of her six year old son! She held her head high in pride and smiled at herself. Every child's mother would have been proud when their names get called!

It's also nice that schools help in building character traits like this in children ,encouraging and appreciating children when they do the right things. It might be a small thing for us, but for a child its something like WOW!

Ranjana was very happy and decided to treat her son!Papa was also extremely happy when he got know this and promised Rohit to take him out for a movie and his favorite restaurant in the weekend as a prize!!!

Well, I was the proud mother, and I wanted to share my happiness here.

Meera signing off..

Will You Ever Come Back?

Life is full of colours. But when the colour blue or gray hits you, I think we face the worst times in our life.Everybody needs a vent to shell out their feelings.When there are no more tears left,and when eyes are dry, the pen comes handy.This narration is to dedicated to every mother who has lost her child,whose eyes are still waiting for the child, whose arms are still waiting to give a big hug.....whose dreams still need to be fulfilled and whose wounded hearts are yet to be healed..

Oh My Baby..

I was thrilled to hear when the doctor said, Congrats! My happiness knew no bounds and I was on the top of the world, My child. I sang, My heart was carefree.. I dreamt of you my child!How you would look, how you would cry, how you would squeal and giggle!I dreamt of the first words you would say... "Mama!" or "Papa!" I dreamt of the first steps you would take, holding my fingers with your tiny tiny fingers.I dreamt of teaching you to dance just like me.I spoke to you, right from day one. I shared my happiness.I cherished every moment you were there in my womb.I talked to you about your father,your brother and that there were so many people, waiting, waiting for your arrival,to pour their ocean of love and care on you!I was in full bliss when you kicked me! It was no pain at all! You were growing in me.I enjoyed every bit of it. I couldn't wait for the beautiful day when you step your feet into this awesome world,the day when your cry rings in my ear, and I realize you are there , all for me, to take you into my arms and shower kisses on you.

And the beautiful day had come... Oh! How beautiful you look! lovely large eyes! I was awed by your charm, your beauty, your tender hands and feet! The Lord had really created you with lot of love and lot of care...I thought my dreams are going to come true... and couldn't wait!

But were you so precious a baby to the Creator? He took you back!I am still angry with him. I dreamt of you for 10 months and waited for you! Will you ever come back to me? I cry, I cry everyday. When its dawn , I keep my doors open to see you walk into my empty house, walk like an angel,and say "Amma,I am here." But in vain. Alas! you still cannot hear me.You still cannot feel our love for you! But, I know, I know some day you will come back and my eyes would keep looking at the doors, and see you walk through in....Will you ever come back my child? I miss you a lot!

Meera signing off..