We were in the middle of an argument.My mother wanted me to wear a certain sari for my cousin's wedding.I neither wanted to wear the chosen sari nor was I interested in the wedding.She walked away in anger murmuring somehting about the present generation's stubborn ways. We finally worked out a compromise.I wore what I wanted to but did end up going to the wedding.
I can't help looking back on that incident without a trace of amusement.In a way,it stood for that strange relationship between a grown daughter and her middle-aged mother.After years of growing uo on her values and following in her steps, I was finally struggling to assert my independence.And she would cut me down in that over-protective motherly way of hers.She firmly believed that my life was hers to plan and rule until I was safely married off. Then it was up to my husband.
Sometimes her softer side would melt my heart.When I stayed up late into the night for exams,she could never really get to sleep.She would constantly keep checking on me ,making tea or anything I needed.
When I was leaving the country,it was painful to say goodbye.She was there at the airport with the rest of the family.Sometimes she looked old and vulnerable.There were tears in her eyes that I hadn't seen ofr a long time.
Now it is I who give her the strength whenever she needs it.The role reversal seems incredible but she seems to have accepted it. in some strange way,whenever I run into insurmountable problems,it is my mother that I think of.I may not ask for her advice any more but the very thought me feel better.It's a nice feeling to know that no matter how much I grow up,I'll always be her little girl.
I can't help looking back on that incident without a trace of amusement.In a way,it stood for that strange relationship between a grown daughter and her middle-aged mother.After years of growing uo on her values and following in her steps, I was finally struggling to assert my independence.And she would cut me down in that over-protective motherly way of hers.She firmly believed that my life was hers to plan and rule until I was safely married off. Then it was up to my husband.
Sometimes her softer side would melt my heart.When I stayed up late into the night for exams,she could never really get to sleep.She would constantly keep checking on me ,making tea or anything I needed.
When I was leaving the country,it was painful to say goodbye.She was there at the airport with the rest of the family.Sometimes she looked old and vulnerable.There were tears in her eyes that I hadn't seen ofr a long time.
Now it is I who give her the strength whenever she needs it.The role reversal seems incredible but she seems to have accepted it. in some strange way,whenever I run into insurmountable problems,it is my mother that I think of.I may not ask for her advice any more but the very thought me feel better.It's a nice feeling to know that no matter how much I grow up,I'll always be her little girl.