About my mother:
My mother is beautiful and I adore her.
She is the epitome and grace and goodness, of soul and lyricism. She imbued me and my sister and brother with music, something which sustains us.
Despite her 8th grade education, she made sure that she supported and encouraged all of us to love learning. And despite her non-fluent English, it was she who taught me to read and write – not my teachers.
She has lived through terrible privation and loss, and held her children aloft through those times. Faithful and loyal to her husband, her children, her parents and siblings, defender of all, even those who sought to go her harm, she is a living Saint. She has seen death up close, and does not flinch. She does not fear. She Loves, with a capital L.
She is my Goddess.
If I become half the person my mother is, I shall count myself fortunate.
Happy Mother’s Day, Amma!