For Mother, No words can truly define what a mother means but today, on this special occasion of Mother’s Day, I want to try . This blog is my humble effort to express my love, respect, and gratitude toward the strongest woman I know “Meri Maa”
Her story is not written in books, but it’s written in the everyday sacrifices, silent prayers, and unwavering strength that shaped our lives. I want to share her real story, not just as a daughter, but as someone who has grown to understand her journey.
A Village Girl with Big Dreams
My mother was born in a small village in Odisha. My grandfather worked in Cuttack, a city far from home, and wasn’t able to visit often. My grandmother also spent much of her time at her paternal home, so my mother was raised by her uncle and aunt her father’s brother and his wife.
She loved to study but had to leave school early due to financial issues. At the age of 21, she got married and moved to the city with my father, who was working there. A new city, new people, a new language, everything was unfamiliar. But she didn’t quit. She adapted, learned, and moved forward with strength and quiet confidence. She is vey strong women and she love to help others.
A Mother’s Strength is Born
After marriage, she gave birth to her first child—my brother. But soon after, her health began to decline. My father, struggling financially, managed to borrow money to take her to a good doctor. Thankfully, she recovered.
Later, she had two more children—me and my sibling. She raised all three of us with limited resources, but with unlimited love and care.
From Homemaker to Artist
Despite everything, she didn’t give up on her dreams. She always loved embroidery and turned that passion into part-time work to support the family. She balanced her time between raising three children and helping my father financially. We lived in a rented house and moved often, but our parents never compromised on our education or well-being.
In 1998, they bought their first home something that felt like a dream. My mother sold her gold and they took out a loan. But for her, giving up her jewelry meant little compared to giving her children a permanent place to call home. She believed in sacrifice and in building a future for us. Her favorite words still echo in my mind: “Socho bada aur bhagwan par vishwas rakho” (Think big and believe in God). She always supports me in any situation.
As she is very creative women, here is some pics of her embroidery art.
Now that I’m a mother, I truly understand what she went through. I remember how she used to care for me during my periods, how we would gossip. she always support me and understand me, no matter how difficult the situation. She is not just a mother; she is a my friend, a guide, and my biggest cheerleader. Today, I try to be strong like her. I want to be the kind of mother she is to me strong, kind, and full of love.
Conclusion:
Every day is Mother’s Day when you have someone like Meri Maa in your life. Her story is my biggest inspiration, a story of courage, sacrifice, and unconditional love.
If you liked this story, do leave a comment. And if you would like to share your mother’s story, I would be honored to read and feature it on my blog. Let’s celebrate all the incredible mothers who shape our lives, in their own quiet, powerful ways.
Unconditional ❤️