my mother Smt T.Bagyam M.Sc B.T.

by sivakumar
Mother . my mother Smt T.Bagyam M.Sc B.T. This is her story .

Mother . very evocative word,don’t you think. Every one has or had a mother . The female of the species. The birth giver .The life giver. She carries you in her womb for 10 months. It is her blood that feeds you when you are still in her womb. Of all the species, man is the only animal which must be taken care of till maturity. She offers emotional support.She breast feeds you . Do you know that it is her blood which is turned into milk to feed you. Thai , amma,madre,mama,mater, ma, - so many different languages .One person is ultimately responsible for your birth. Mothers ,in their hearts, always wish the best for their children,external actions notwithstanding. If you want peace inside you and happiness,love your mother. Others may come and go. But mother is always there . The basic reason to love and respect your mother is simple – she gave birth to you.You have umpteen choices to make your life the way you wish it . that chance has been given by your creation on this earth. Negatives are there now and then. We react to circumstances and so do mothers. It is only when we lose our mother and really understand our loss, that we realise ourselves,our mistakes and error filled actions and speech.
I realised that only when I lost my mother . I would like to tell the story of my mother . I hope that in the continuing chapters, it may help me and others.
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