a
vision of my mother
Three
days ago, on September 18, was the 100th birthday of my mother -
but she died age 62. Memorizing a birthday is something very
different from celebrating a birthday and I’m uncertain how to
express my feelings on the occasion. How to show devotion for
which even the words love and veneration do not encompass enough
of my thoughts about her?
Previously,
on the occasion of Mothers
Day, I’ve complained how jealous I am because, in the
memories of my mother, I can’t recount our relationship
in a poet’s terms, like Esenin did in a letter-poem
to his mother.
I
attribute most of the successes in my life to the biggest role
model in my life - my mother. I attribute most of the failures in
my life to the deviations from the teaching by the greatest
teacher in my life - my mother. She was my teacher of endurance,
compassion, love and fairness. She was more intelligent than I am.
She was more skillful then I am. She was more industrious then I
am. She was much more then I am.
I
wonder if I am the person people will remember as a son of my
mother.
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