The Dream Of Bavari

Those childhood days

When you came into the word, she held you in her arms,

You thanked her by weeping your eyes out.

When you are 1 year old, she fed you and bathed you.

You thanked her by crying all night long.

When you are 2 year old, she taught you to walk.

You thanked her by running away when she called.

When you are 3 year old, she made all your meals with love.

You thanked her by tossing your plate on the floor.

When you are 4 year old, she gave you some crayons.

You thanked her by coloring the dining room table.

When you are 5 year old, she dressed you for the holidays.

You thanked her by plopping into the nearest pile of mud.

When you are 6 year old, she walked you to school.

You thanked her by screaming, “I’m not going!”

When you are 7 year old, she bought you a baseball.

You thanked her by throwing it through the next-door-neighbor’s window.

When you are 8 year old, she handed you an ice cream.

You thanked her by dripping it all over your lap.

When you are 9 year old, she paid for piano lessons.

You thanked her by never even bothering to practice.

When you are 10 year old, she drove you all day, from soccer to gymnastics to one birthday party after another.

You thanked her by jumping out of the car and never looking back.

When you are 11 year old, she took and your friends to the movies.

You thanked her by asking to sit in a different row.

When you are 12 year old, she warmed you not to watch certain TV shows.

You thanked her by waiting until she left the house.

Those teenage years

When you are 13 year old, she suggested a haircut that was becoming.

You thanked her by telling her she had no taste.

When you are 14 year old, she paid for a month away at summer camp.

You thanked her by forgetting to write a single letter.

When you are 15 year old, she came home from work, looking for a hug.

You thanked her by having your bedroom door locked.

When you are 16 year old, she taught you how to drive her car.

You thanked her by taking it every chance you could.

When you are 17 year old, she was expecting an important call.

You thanked her by being on the phone all night.

When you are 18 year old, she cried at your high school graduation.

You thanked her by staying out parting until dawn.

Growing old and gray

When you are 19 year old, she paid your college tuition, drove you to campus, carried your bags.

You thanked her by saying goodbye outside the dorm so you wouldn’t be embarrassed in front of your friends.

When you are 20 year old, she asked whether you were seeing anyone.

You thanked her by saying, “It’s none of your business.”

When you are 21 year old, she suggested certain careers for your future.

You thanked her by saying, “I don’t want to be like you.”

When you are 22 year old, she hugged you at your college graduation.

You thanked her by asking whether she could pay for a trip to Europe.

When you are 23 year old, she gave furniture for your first apartment.

You thanked her by telling your friends it was ugly.

When you are 24 year old, she met your fiancé and asked about your plans for the future.

You thanked her by glaring and growling, “Muuhh-ther, please!”

When you are 25 year old, she helped to pay for your wedding, and she cried and told you how deeply she love you.

You thanked her by moving halfway across the country.

When you are 30 year old, she called with some advice on the baby.

You thanked her by telling her, “Things are different now.”

When you are 40 year old, she called to remind you of a relative’s birthday.

You thanked her by saying you were “really busy right now.”

When you are 50 year old, she fell ill and needed you to take care of her.

You thanked her by reading about the burden parents become to their children.

And then one day she quietly died.

And everything you never did came crashing down like thunder.

“Rock me baby, rock me all night long.”

“The hand who rocks the cradle…may rock the world.”

Let us take a moment of the time just to pay tribute and show appreciation to the person called mom though some may not say it openly to their mother. There’s no substitute for her. Cherish every single moment. Though at times she may not be the best of friends, may not agree to our thoughts, she is still your mother!!! She will be there for you…to listen to your woes, your braggings, your frustrations, etc. Ask yourself…have you put aside enough time for her, to listen to her “blues” of working in the kitchen, her tiredness? Be tactful, loving and still show her due respect though you may have a different view from hers. Once gone, only fond memories of the past and also regrets will be left.

Don’t take for granted the things closest to your heart. Love her more than you love yourself. Life is meaningless without her…

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