Celebrating 9 months. For the first time. After 26 years.

This week, I turned 27. Conjointly, it was a birth of one more individual. One more identity. One more relation. That I always ignored. Motherhood. This was the day when a woman conceives the most precious and priceless call from her new born kid ‘mother’. The feeling that no other thing in this world can replace.

As I can recall, almost on every birthday, my mom would wish me by saying ‘happy birthday to me’. As in to her. And we would just laugh it off. But this time I actually realized. It was not just the day when I was born. Rather, it is also the day when any individual, any woman celebrates Mother’s Day. In real.

And this realization, gave me unfathomable joy. And it took almost 26 years.  To actually feel the pain, the happiness, the toil, the tolerance, the patience, the love, the joie de vivre of giving birth to a child and celebrating child’s birth year after year. Today I believe, more than us it is the lady, our mothers who are the most blessed and ecstatic souls on this occasion.

Thank you mom.

And yes Happy Birthday to you!