I stood there staring at him in utter disbelief,trying to absorb those unimaginable words he had just said.I could not believe that he was my own son who was talking to me in such a rude manner.At this point,I felt I had failed myself,not only myself but him as well.Otherwise what could be the reason for him to treat me this way just because I went through his laptop in his absence.
All that I had taught him seemed to go waste.My upbringing,teachings,sacrifices and love being a mother,seemed to have some kind of fault in them.This was not the boy I raised.I could not believe that it was my son who a few years back used to waddle towards me and share everything with me.
At that moment the only thing I could feel was disappointment.The feeling of being let down was prevailing all my blurred images of my son's life and my role in it.In a moment,his whole life was in front of my eyes and I questioned myself where I went wrong.
That situation reminded me of a quote by Thomas Jefferson that:
"There can be no deep disappointment where there is no deep love."
Even though the way my son was talking to me hurt me a lot.I sensed deep down inside he loved me and I loved him back,which led to such disappointment.I simply stayed quite when he was shouting and walked away to my room,waiting for him to realize the same feeling of love and the way he treated his mother and come to me.So it happened next day.He came to me and apologized,felt ashamed.I forgave him with a promise that he would think before speaking and respect elders.But the feeling of disappointment was still rooted deep in my heart.
Manahill NaikNovember 18, 2015 - 14:59 wow this is so freaking sentimental!!! loved it!
LUIS K.November 25, 2015 - 11:42 I loved the story.. i choose to see it as a young boy going through the rebellious phase, and a mum wanting the best for him.. a very valid story