Eight Lies of a Mother by Navjit Singh

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This story begins when I was a child: I was born poor. Often we hadn’t
enough to eat. Whenever we had some food, Mother often gave me her
portion of rice. While she was transferring her rice into my bowl, she
would say “Eat this rice, son! I’m not hungry.”
This was Mother’s First Lie.

As I grew, Mother gave up her spare time to fish in a river near our
house; she hoped that from the fish she caught, she could give me a
little bit more nutritious food for my growth. Once she had caught
just two fish, she would make fish soup. While I was eating the soup,
mother would sit beside me and eat the what was still left on the bone
of the fish I had eaten, My heart was touched when I saw it. Once I
gave the other fish to her on my chopstick but she immediately refused
it and said, “Eat this fish, son! I don’t really like fish.”
This was Mother’s Second Lie.

Then, in order to fund my education, Mother went to a Match Factory to
bring home some used matchboxes, which she filled with fresh
matchsticks. This helped her get some money to cover our needs. One
wintry night I awoke to find Mother filling the matchboxes by
candlelight. So I said, “Mother, go to sleep; it’s late: you can
continue working tomorrow morning.” Mother smiled and said “Go to
sleep, son! I’m not tired.”
This was Mother’s Third Lie.

When I had to sit my Final Examination, Mother accompanied me. After
dawn, Mother waited for me for hours in the heat of the sun. When the
bell rang, I ran to meet her.. Mother embraced me and poured me a
glass of tea that she had prepared in a thermos. The tea was not as
strong as my Mother’s love, Seeing Mother covered with perspiration, I
at once gave her my glass and asked her to drink too. Mother said
“Drink, son! I’m not thirsty!”.
This was Mother’s Fourth Lie.

After Father’s death, Mother had to play the role of a single parent.
She held on to her former job; she had to fund our needs alone. Our
family’s life was more complicated. We suffered from starvation.
Seeing our family’s condition worsening, my kind Uncle who lived near
my house came to help us solve our problems big and small. Our other
neighbors saw that we were poverty stricken so they often advised my
mother to marry again. But Mother refused to remarry saying “I don’t
need love.”
This was Mother’s Fifth Lie.

After I had finished my studies and gotten a job, it was time for my
old Mother to retire but she carried on going to the market every
morning just to sell a few vegetables. I kept sending her money but
she was steadfast and even sent the money back to me. She said, “I
have enough money.”
That was Mother’s Sixth Lie.

I continued my part-time studies for my Master’s Degree. Funded by the
American Corporation for which I worked, I succeeded in my studies.
With a big jump in my salary, I decided to bring Mother to enjoy life
in America but Mother didn’t want to bother her son; she said to me
“I’m not used to high living.”
That was Mother’s Seventh Lie.

In her dotage, Mother was attacked by cancer and had to be
hospitalized. Now living far across the ocean, I went home to visit
Mother who was bedridden after an operation. Mother tried to smile but
I was heartbroken because she was so thin and feeble but Mother said,
“Don’t cry, son! I’m not in pain.”
That was Mother’s Eighth Lie.

Telling me this, her eighth lie, she died. YES, MOTHER WAS AN ANGEL! M
– O – T – H – E – R

“M” is for the Million things she gave me,
“O” means Only that she’s growing old,
“T” is for the Tears she shed to save me,
“H” is for her Heart of gold,
“E” is for her Eyes with love-light shining in them,
“R” means Right, and right she’ll always be,

Put them all together, they spell “MOTHER” a word that means the world to me.

For those of you who are lucky to be still blessed with your Mom’s
presence on Earth, this story is beautiful. For those who aren’t so
blessed, this is even more beautiful.

 

 

Forwarded by: Anna C.

The Wooden Bowl

I guarantee you will remember the tale of the Wooden Bowl tomorrow, a week from now, a month from now, a year from now.


A frail old man went to live with his son, daughter-in-law, and four-year
old grandson. The old man’s hands trembled, his eyesight was blurred, and his step faltered.

 

The family ate together at the table. But the elderly grandfather’s shaky hands and failing sight made eating difficult. Peas rolled off his spoon onto the floor.

When he grasped the glass, milk spilled on the tablecloth.

The son and daughter-in-law became irritated with the mess.
‘We must do something about father,’ said the son.

‘I’ve had enough of his spilled milk, noisy eating, and food on the floor.’

So the husband and wife set a small table in the corner.

There, Grandfather ate alone while the rest of the family enjoyed dinner.

Since Grandfather had broken a dish or two, his food was served in a wooden bowl.

When the family glanced in Grandfather’s direction, sometimes he had a tear in his eye as he sat alone.

Still, the only words the couple had for him were sharp admonitions when he dropped  a fork or spilled food.

The four-year-old watched it all in silence.


One evening before supper, the father noticed his son playing with wood scraps on the floor.

He asked the child sweetly, ‘What are you making?’ Just as sweetly, the boy responded,

‘Oh, I am making a little bowl for you and Mama to eat your food in when I grow up.’ The four-year-old smiled and went back to work.

The words so struck the parents so that they were speechless.

Then tears started to stream down their cheeks.

Though no word was spoken, both knew what must be done.

That evening the husband took Grandfather’s hand and gently led him back to the family table.

For the remainder of his days he ate every meal with the family. And for some reason,

neither husband nor wife seemed to care any longer when a fork was dropped, milk spilled, or the tablecloth soiled.

On a positive note, I’ve learned that, no matter what happens,

how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow.

I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles four things:

A rainy day, the elderly, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights.

I’ve learned that, regardless of your relationship with your parents,

you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life.

I’ve learned that making a ‘living’ is not the same thing as making a ‘life..’

I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance.

I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands.

You need to be able to throw something back

 

I’ve learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you

But, if you focus on your family, your friends, the needs of others,

your work and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you.

I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision.

I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one.

I’ve learned that every day, you should reach out and touch someone.

People love that human touch — holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back.

I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn.

I’ve learned that you should pass this on to everyone you care about .I just did.

 

 

 

 

Forwarded by: Nelen (Tup-vians yahoogroups)

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