Mom Me and Milk

Piyu doodh for healthy reason ; Peeyo doodh in every season
Rahego fir fit n fine ; jeeyoge past ninety nine.. doodh doodh..

An awesome number to promote milk. And why not maybe milk is really good for health. I am betting on calcium (My guess)

But in the story of the 3 M’s (Mom me and milk) the song would go this way:
Don’t peeyo doodh to give mamma tension; don’t peeyo doodh till she gives u all the reasons
Mamma ko peeche bhagaao to keep her fit n fine; peeyo only to make mamma smile.. doodh doodh doodh doodh
(ok that’s not a masterpiece at lyrics… so what)

At my place the story of 3M’s was read out every night (mornings used to be hectic...Mom didn’t have the time). It was simple. A glass of milk (made sure that there aint any of the “Malai” thing floating ) in mum’s hand and me refusing to drink it for “n” number of reasons. I eventually did gulp it down my throat. But not once did I drink it without giving my mum reasons to ask GOD “what did I ever do to have a child like this?” But every night she still came back with that Milk and I acted like the most spoilt child (that didn’t need much acting though).

She used to cajole me into drinking it, shout at me, and just stand right in front without saying a word. I used to be so amazed at her patience and perseverance and once I also said “Mom, if I was the mother of such a child I would have turned the glass of milk onto her head.” She stood there furious, and if a look could kill I would be dead then.

I still do it every time I go home. And she still keeps talking me into drinking Milk. My friends say I am a sadist (they too exaggerate).
The truth is that small war we had was fun (maybe I do sound like a sadist). It was a ritual at home. Today when I do the drama she smiles and stands in front of me, knowing what I am up to. But in the past she definitely lost her cool, but never backed off.
I guess that’s being a mother.

I guess, however cliché it might sound, but Mother’s are a masterpiece designed by GOD. I am curious how that new life turns a girl into a person, a perfect person. She has gotto know so much. I believe raising a kid is the job, which requires the most dedication, and one cannot take a break or a vacation from Momhood. Mom’s just do it so well. Every single need she fulfills. Even when we complain, we fight with her, coz we believe she doesn’t understand us. Well we do grow up, we build our own views. And differences do happen. But even today, for me, the most comfort I get is in her lap. I can’t imagine a world without her.
But even today we read the story of Mom, me n Milk whenever I go home.

What I feel for you
How you make me feel
All the bruises that you mend
The way all my emotions you can tell
When you sat by my side all night long
All the little stories that you tell
The patience with which you hear everything I have to say
All the poems you sat and made me learn
Every thing you scold me for
Every thing you appreciate me for
The talks you have with me
All my stupidities that you laugh at
For every time you giggle with me
All the war of words that you stand;
Still not once you judge me,
Realizing that I never mean all that I say.
All the things you stop me from doing
The faith you show in me
The trust you ask me to deserve
All the care in the world that you shower
A kind of love only you can offer
I thank you Maa for making me your world
All the things you do, every word you say
Even if I act ignorant, it means a lot to me.

My mom is a neverending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune. ~Graycie Harmon