Learning And Unlearning

Appreciating the mommy a little more.

There is one scene from the popular film Chak De India that always leaves me with a wistful smile. In the beginning of the film, a fiery hot-headed hockey player is haggling with a rickshaw driver over the fare.

Her mother intervenes, only to be interrupted with this taunt, “Why aren’t you putting this driver in place instead of only reprimanding me?” The mother promptly replies, “He’s my child or you are my child!” There is little the child can respond with.

I have similar conversations with the mother, almost thrice a week, if not more. The mother is my harshest critic. Quick to notice a fault, even quicker to reprimand me. In that moment, the world ceases to exist. It’s just me and her. Me wincing, wishing I could undo the moment, the mother busy in self-doubt, and earnestly hoping that I’ll mend my ways.

I’m forthright with my disgust toward some folks. I can be rude and abrupt, convinced that they are not worth my patience or kindness when they want to tear me apart with their callous, ruthless comments or treat me unjustly. And I will admit this to her. Like a warning of sorts, before she hears of my harsh words from someone else, all the while thinking that she’d appreciate my honesty. Instead, she will purse her lips together, wondering where she has gone wrong with me. Her only response is, “I didn’t raise you to be rude to folks. You owe me and yourself something, if not them.”

She is probably right, but I’m not willing to reconcile to it just yet. True, she didn’t bring me up to be rude to folks. But at the same time, she brought me up with a strong instinct of self-preservation. And in my scheme of things, I have to be outright abrupt with some folks in order to preserve my sanity. I don’t go looking for a fight. But if rubbed the wrong way, I will stand up for myself and fight, while the mother wishes I’d be a bit more docile and patient…Continue reading

*First published on Parentous.


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