It was only when I lived alone did I begin to appreciate one aspect of my mother.No matter what and how and when she always made sure there was a hot meal for us.
When I had to do the same for me, I would often let go.No mood, not the right ingredients, not enough time, some one has to eat the biscuits, cold milk, a tomato sandwich ( yes I love sandwiches especially cold and filled with tomatoes and cheese; you should know that by now) were my most often used excuses.
Then how did my mum do it.Didn’t she ever want to take a day off. I some times feel bad that I never turned around to noticed how she felt and what was it that she would rather do than always providing for us.
My peace comes from the thought that may be as a child I didn’t have to think. I didn’t have to be grateful for all the things my mother did for me, my dad too. ( Lest they ever comes across my blog. You know what kind of altercation can ensue if he thinks I don’t think of him too.) May be that was a part of my bringing up.May be that is why I grew up to be the secure individual I am today, knowing no matter what there will always be some one looking out for me. May be that is what parents do.
I know I cannot repay anything. I cannot even quantify what I need to repay. I hope how ever, that when I am put on that spot I will make my parents proud.