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The Tale About Mother by Roberta Diomede  |
The tie between a mother and her
child is very intense and begins during pregnancy. She is our first reference
point, teaches the first values to us, and gives us the first precepts:
she is our first guide. Also my life is full of memories of her presence: my first day at school, my Communion, my first exam, my first illness, and my first emotions. Her affection and kindness have filled my life. In a few days it will be Mother's Day. This year I have decided to celebrate my mother in a different way from last year. How many sweet memories come to my mind when I think of her. One day, it was almost summer, my mother was getting ready to go out. I was studying in my room for my school leaving certificate. She came in my room and asked if I wanted to go shopping with her. At first I was surprised at her request because my mother usually insisted that nothing should disturb us when we were studying. I was worried about the exam that I told her I'd rather not go. Then she said to me "Roberta, you're right. Put all the enthusiasm you can into your work. Youıll come with me next time. Don't worry". Then she put on a blue two-piece suit that really suited her, her shoes, and prepared the list of things that she had to buy. While she was getting dressed, I was tempted to go out with her but at the end I realized I'd better study. When she came back, I was apologized for not helping her and not spending enough time with her over the past few days. She reassured me by saying "Don't worry! Even if you weren't with me physically, I felt you were close in any case. You are always in my heart. Between parents and child there is a special tie that is indissoluble and goes beyond physical presence. Remember, that loving someone means doing what is best for them". Now some time has passed and I have learnt a lot of things from my mother! Now that she isn't with me anymore I realize that should have spent more time with her, talked to her more and this is exactly what I have learnt from life: to love people and make them feel all our love as my mother did with us. Nothing must be taken for granted: we mustn't let ourselves be too involved in everyday life and engagements; we must always think that it is our last day because now that my mother isn't here anymore I realize that she was vital for me: she was my first guide, my best friend, my source of wisdom. She was always ready to encourage me, to back me up, to stimulate me, also in the most difficult moments she gave me courage, confidence and hope. Also at home everything lived thanks to her, she took care of everything, from the purchase of very small things to the most important ones. She coloured our days, every object showed traces of her presence. When I'm sad I try to remember all her gestures and warnings: when every night she came and gave me a goodnight kiss, how she managed to have a good solution for every problem, or when she taught me all her recipes and above all, her frequent gestures of love which inspired confidence and made me feel loved. I remember all the beautiful moments spent with her laughing and her smiling face. David Copperfield says in one of the most famous of Dickens's novels: "Can I say that her face has vanished when I remember it in a clear and distinct way as I like to remember any face in a crowded street? Can I say that her innocence and her youthful beauty have vanished and are no more when her breath skims over my cheek now as it skimmed over me last night? Can I say that it has changed when my memory brought it back in roads and only in this way; and more faithful to my loving youth as I have never been or any man, nourishes still closely all that he revered at that time?" And he also remembers, when he was a child and his mother danced with him in the sitting-room in the twilight curling her golden hair around her finger. I also remember that every time I was sad or excited my mum always repeated this sentence: "Think of me". I never understood why she kept telling me that, and only now I have understood. Every time that I remember her phrase, I smile because I remember her strength and her vigour, her tenderness and her deep love for us and so I recover all my energy. Her courage, her spirit of sacrifice and abnegation, her precepts made me stronger and stronger, able to face the difficulties of life. They are an essential part of my education and my behaviour. Besides, every time I see a little bird twittering on my balcony I don't know why but I think that itıs my mummy telling me there's nothing I should worry about because she is always with me, and looks after me and always follows me. |
