Mothers Keepers
In everyone’s life some things happen that aren’t easily forgotten. They could have spanned seconds in reality but later on they turn out to affect years and years of life. Remembering them brings a saddened heart and tearful eyes.
My mother had always been a corner stone in our lives. Flexible in ways, tough in problems, sensitive in care and very kind and understanding; she was a God-gifted person. Unluckily, she had a stroke of paralysis that caused the left side of her body to lose movement. In addition to that being diabetic helped the disease spread even more. However, this account isn’t about her battle with health issues for the better part of life rather it is something related to remembrances and regrets.
Those were really cold days. December nights most probably! Diabetics have a problem with the amount of sugar in their blood that needs to be checked before breakfast and that also early in the morning. I was fast asleep in my bedroom. My mother being an early riser was up way before than the rest of us. Unluckily, she was not familiar with the working of the blood glucose meter. It was up to me to check her blood sugar and I did do it ever so happily whenever needed.
It so happened that one morning, she wasn’t feeling well. She thought maybe her sugar level had gone way up. Thinking so she decided to come wake me up to get her sugar level tested. I fail to understand what happened but when she came to wake me up, I pushed her away. I asked her not to disturb me and that I don’t want to check her blood sugar. In short, I was harsh.
She didn’t say anything. Turned back, and walked out with a smile. A day or two later I was down with fever. And the one person who was most worried and was constantly at my bedside was my mother. A couple of months later that year, she died of another stroke of paralysis leaving us all stranded.
Thinking back, when I delve in to the depths of misery, I find out that I would do anything to change my behavior with her that morning. I didn’t even apologize to her later on. I could have apologized, said sorry; anything!. Life is harsh! Full of bitter realities! The person cared for me all her life and I couldn’t even get up, give up my sleep and check her blood sugar through a meter. A procedure which hardly takes a couple of minutes. I wish I could change the facts but I guess it’s my destiny to live as such.
Mothers are truly keepers. They help build you up and you ought to care for them no matter what. Even now that she isn’t with me anymore, I still feel her presence. I want to change anything I might have done to sadden her but alas, life doesn’t present too many choices. I only wish I had taken care of her as she had taken care of me. I guess she loved me way more than I loved her!
