Today, May 9 is Mother’s Day. It is a day to remember, honor and celebrate mothers.
Maa. Mom. Aama. Mama. Maman. Mummy. Ammi. Mamma. Momma. Madre. Call her what you may but she is one of the most important persons in our lives. Mother is the carrier of life and nurturer of our soul.
Mothers not just carry children in their womb and give birth. They are the providers, protectors and promoters of their children.
Most nations and cultures around the world have a dedicated day to celebrate mothers.
Our mothers build us. They make us the person who we are with this wit and wisdom. This Mother’s Day, The Immigrant Life wishes to celebrate our mothers by sharing stories of and about our mothers.
During the times such as we are living in the pandemic, we might not be able to see our mothers. Some of our mothers are not with us but we think of them, we remember them and honor them through actions that are meaningful. Let us take this day to remember our mothers and be grateful for them.
I have sat down to write about my mother many times. Every time I have stopped at a sentence or two. There is so much I want to write about and to let my mother know how much I admire her, but words fail me, and emotions take over.
Today is Mother’s Day in Canada where I now live and back in my country, Nepal, this week we celebrate “Maata-Tirtha Aaushi” or the day to look at your mother’s face. I have been an immigrant in Canada for three years this May and lived away from my mother which meant I cannot share my days with her but it hurts more as I am unable to help when she needs as she ages. The virtual connections are tumultuous.
In Nepali there’s a saying which means something like – you understand your parents’ sacrifice when you have children of your own. These days I ponder over it a lot. I am a mother of a four-year-old now. My life revolves around this little human – I plan my days according to his schedule, prepare meals per his preference which leaves me feeling that he has overtaken my life.
Growing up, our only refuge was our mother, or “Aama” as we called her. I contemplate over the sacrifices my parents made for us to move from a rural place in Nepal to the capital Kathmandu where they had no source of income or a job because they wanted us to have better education and other opportunities. They were immigrants to the capital city just like I am in Canada now, in search of something better.
I try to grasp the enormity of the challenges they took, to give up their flourishing careers in a small town and dive into the unknown of a bigger city without known prospects. I find that parallel in the way many immigrants take that plunge when they decide to immigrate.
My mother is an extraordinary person. Extremely driven and hardworking my mother is a shinning example of perseverance. Having started school at a time when girls were not the priority students, she values education to a great degree. When all four of her children started their careers, my mother went and got her PhD. A published author, she continues to write articles and is working on her second novel.
I marvel at her achievements and abilities. I am thankful for her every day. Happy Mother’s Day Aama.
This article was written by Meena Kaini.