A really nice story of mother’s sacrifice - my mom only had

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A really nice story of mother’s sacrifice - My mom only had one eye.

 

 

 

 

My mom only had one eye. I hated her… She was such an embarrassment. She cooked for students and teachers to support the family.

 

 

There was this one day during elementary school where my mom came to say hello to me. I was so embarrassed.

How could she do this to me? I ignored her, threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school one of my classmates said, ‘EEEE, your mom only has one eye!’

I wanted to bury myself. I also wanted my mom to just disappear. I confronted her that day and said, ‘ If you’re only gonna make me a laughing stock, why don’t you just die?’

My mom did not respond… I didn’t even stop to think for a second about what I had said, because I was full of anger. I was oblivious to her feelings.

I wanted out of that house, and have nothing to do with her. So I studied real hard, got a chance to go abroad to study.

Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. I had kids of my own. I was happy with my life, my kids and the comforts. Then one day, my Mother came to visit me. She hadn’t seen me in years and she didn’t even meet her grandchildren.

When she stood by the door, my children laughed at her, and I yelled at her for coming over uninvited. I screamed at her, ‘How dare you come to my house and scare my children!’ GET OUT OF HERE! NOW!!!’

And to this, my mother quietly answered, ‘Oh, I’m so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,’ and she disappeared out of sight.

One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. So I lied to my wife that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went to the old shack just out of curiosity.

My neighbors said that she died. I did not shed a single tear. They handed me a letter that she had wanted me to have.

‘My dearest son,

I think of you all the time. I’m sorry that I came to your house and scared your children.

I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I may not be able to even get out of bed to see you. I’m sorry that I was a constant embarrassment to you when you were growing up.

You see……..when you were very little, you got into an accident, and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with one eye. So I gave you mine.

I was so proud of my son who was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye.

With all my love to you,

Your mother.’

 

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Priya, Really a very nice story .........

"The Miracle of Life nurtured by a woman who gave us love and sacrifice...MOTHER"

MOTHER THE GREAT..................

 


 

Speechless...no words to express other than tears.....Thank u Priyanshu for the beautiful sharing....understanding our parents.

PARENTS ARE GOD ...cannot be neglected. Sometimes we really dont care what sacrifice our parents have done for us to grow and have a smooth life...

Great truth............

Very Nice story!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Thanks for sharing..........

I had read this story many times in cci but never feel bored when i read this..Maa is really great...I love u maa..VEry nice story thanks for sharing

hEART TOUCHING !!!

Really awesome no words to express the feelings

AKHO ME ASOO  AA GAYE, OR RONGTE KHARE HO GAYE BECAUSE MERI MUMMY MUJSE BAHUT PYAR KARTI HAI.
 

mere bhi aa gye the..............:(

cause my mumma loves me too... i know how precious she is for me..............

The following sort-of-soliloquy, sort-of-comment is from the one that I wrote for one of the Sanjay Gupta Articles. I feel like sharing it everywhere, where there is the word MOTHER.

 

Sanjay Ji wrote : “ ... We never know the love of our parents for us till we have become parents.”

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And this is what I had to share :

I read this ever-relevant delineation some days back. But, I had little choice but to take time ( It’s festival time in Bengal ) before answering anything  on this heartfelt feelings of a very distinguished personality.

The sketch took me back to the year 2008.

It was the 9th of March. 11.45 A.M.

A nurse came holding a just-born in her hands. “This is you female baby”, told she and before I could have a proper feeling about The Incident, she left. I had seen my DAUGHTER!!!

That day, I was more concerned about my wife and paced the floor of the hospital with all kinds of weird thoughts coming in and going out of my mind…. “ Would she ever come back to her senses?”…

As time passed by, I watched my wife playing the role of a Mother doing whatever a Mother does to make her child’s life safe, secure and comfortable. I witnessed – I’m still witnessing - how a bud blooms into a flower under the caress of a Mother.

When my little Rishila would come into my lap, she would put her big eyes on me, - only me as if nothing more interesting existed outside. Till now I feel lost for words that can describe that fixed glance of that tiny creature – my daughter. And slowly, I came to realize what actually is meant by blood-relation.

At night when I was alone with myself, a deep sense of guilt started creeping in me. I thought about the time when I came to my mother’s lap. And the thought of those sleepless nights that both she – my mother and my father had owing to my habit of playing at midnight or for having to allay my colic pain. Such thoughts started making my nights somber…

Not that my parents consider me as a bad son, but I think I could have behaved much better with my Mother, in particular, during my teenage years…

I feel myself among the luckiest to still have the shade of the Big Tree – my Father and the flowing river of unconditional love and affection – my Mother.

I thank Sanjay Ji, for presenting me with the inspiration to give vent to my feelings through words and any reader who by sheer virtue of her/his patience has read this confession-of-a-sort.  

No words to say Sourav da .....:). It is not only parents, but grandparents too play the role very differently. My grandmother till her last day cared for us. The love and care received from my family is unconditional. Thank You GOD For giving me birth in such a lovable family.

thats really a nice feeling...........to be a parent.....as u described..........but one thing is clear that ur daughter would feel proud calling u her father

hats off to u..............

You two have made me emotional Dear Priyanshu and Vandana. Honestly, I didn't exist before my daughter was born. But I'll continue to exist for her even after my death.

Yaar story padh k aankho me aansu aa gye,,,,


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