Together like kangaroos

Its 6:30 a.m Friday morning, much welcomed weekend (Friday, Saturdays are weekends in the middle east) and I see my hubby leave for his routinely satsang after planting a warm ‘I shall be-back-soon kiss’ on my forehead. I smile in response. He knows it always kick-starts my day.

While I settle down with a brilliantly tasting self made tea, a skill I acquire from my cuddly-panda looking dad, I close my eyes wondering how my first day of the weekend will shape up. The aroma of fresh ginger is just too soothing to my senses as I curl up my legs on the sofa for greater comfort. The feel of the light brown Italian leather makes me warm as I lean my head back aimlessly watching out to  the balcony and the park below my building.

The neat transparent sliding glass door to the balcony, by which my sofa lays, gives a complete look of those classic French windows and I smile to myself. I always wished to have them in my home someday. The glass door just gave that effect. I was happy when I first saw them. Boy ! wishes do partly come true. :)

I sip my tea, feeling the taste of it reaching down my throat. A sense of calmness envelopes my senses. My gaze wanders out to the the handful of people i see every Friday diligently doing their yoga. Others walking their tiny pups by the side all passionately dressed in their fitness suits. I wonder how they get all the energy to dress impeccably for a simple occasion of a daily dog-walking routine.  I shrug myself back to sipping my comforting tea.

Just then, my gaze falls on my ultrabook lying  half open at the table. I check for any new mails overnight. 

A few reminders from crazy sales blasting online, my job applications at various places still in 'viewing' process, offers from new portals promising to deliver quality flowers/cakes/cards/gifts at best rates for approaching occasions... Birthdays..Anniversaries..Thank-you...love..get-well-soon...baby shower..Mothers day..I yawn as i read on.

Hey, wait. I scroll back. MOTHERS DAY round the corner !!!! 

I raise my brows, smiling, thinking, "yea right. Should I send another bouquet like last time? She liked it ". I finally decide to browse through the website hoping to find something unique that I might want to send over to my mom this year.

 I always send her flowers through my much trusted vendor along with a nice note that never fails to overwhelm her. 

Well, all women acquire a candle wax heart as mothers. Anything from their forever-tiny-tot seems to melt them up in no time. I know this, now that I'm  a mother myself. :)

My mum, practically calls me everyday on ISD. Yeah, who says distance, calling rates, geographies matter to them or even that you're married for good. You always remain their little cubs they want to pull up lovingly and pass a grizzly bear hug. hahaha... 

Getting back to searching for the right gift for her this year, I scroll down my options listed at the webpage...and I see this insanely cute soft toy of a Kangaroo with a baby in her pouch. 

Very symbolic of the warmth, the love, the care & the ceaseless affection. 

My throat wells up as I think how motherhood evenly crowns every woman with this instinct A very strong feeling that emanates within u from the moment u conceive, when your baby is just a rice grain size, till your breath lasts. 

From that very moment, every new beginning in your life is unarguably her milestone - your first cry; your first poop; first feed, as she fondles you trying to contain her wordly love bursting from her heart for you,; your first laugh (nicely captured in pics & videos. Needless to say those are forever imprinted on her heart); your first walk (boy, she could drive the whole world mad exclaiming in joy to see her lil kangaroo smilingly take baby steps to reach her); your first solid food (excitedly getting lists of what to start with to make you all the more bonny); your first BIRTHDAY !! (lets not get into that domain...coz there's no dearth of mommy-ness to it); your first playschool (now this is nerve wrenching for most of us, unsure of how the little one will find his/her first footing in this world.) Well, they do all right. It just worries mommies more. lolzz); your fancy dress party; your omg,i want-the-latest-gadget-my- friend-has; your teenage; your college; your first job/salary... Surely the list continues, we all know, and so does a mothers' unhesitating love for you. 

You might grow up to feel shy in giving her hugs & kisses in public, or responding to her concerned phone calls for you're prolly working late at work while she just wants to check if u didn't skip your food and the likewise occasions. The underlying truth is, - you may have outgrown her lap but you can never outgrow her heart. 

& think about it, isint that the most comforting and safest place to be ?? 

A kangaroo and her baby in her pouch...much loved & well protected. Picture that !

Voila !! i found my perfect gift for her. :):)

Sometimes more than words, its the metaphoric reflection of your gesture that gives an effective voice to your speech. 

I look at that Kangaroo again (smiling to myself).... so true ! :)