But behind all your stories is always your mother’s story, because hers is where yours begins.― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Us & Hair
There are uncountable people who live in the present while I still breathe from my past. I was blessed with Dark, lustrous, thick tassels. On the contrary my mother had thin,curly, thick and long tresses. The genetic contradiction sometimes baffles me. As all mothers she was always ready to worry at the drop of a hat an inherent quality of every mother. There was worry for too much water in the milk, high prices of the silk, for the cat who crossed me with a purr and when my future seemed a blur. I could write a book “101 reasons for stress” by mother. 🙂
Tantrum Princess & Oil Massage
Coming back to my hair I could be every mother’s nightmare. I had some weird ground rules for oil massage. One you can’t do rigorous massage as it should be slow and steady. Two you can’t even whisper about the number of hair which decided to leave my scalp. Three you can’t comb my hair post an oil massage even if it looks a great deal of mess. For eighteen years the hair monopoly existed in the tantrum princess land. My mother never deviated from her ceremonial oil massage routine. Well to write about the massage from her beautiful hands is almost non-justified as these rituals are felt not written or talked about.
Money affairs
Those were the days and today is just another day. I went to college and got into a job. With job came money and with money came guilty pleasures. With what ease I would have spent two thousands grands on an AromaThai head massage. To face the blatant truth you can’t lean in between the crevice of the six yards, you can’t feel her fingers tickle your ears or the nape of your neck and certainly it doesn’t end with a kiss on the forehead and those numerous untold blessings.
One last time….
Well mom left me without giving me a chance to say goodbye. Most of you who write for the same will in the present tense give an actual massage to your moms. I will need an additional time machine to take me back into time to do the same. All these years she remained as my truest friend. I am too puny to de-stress her but just recollecting when she was massaging my hair I would like to turn the pages and write the vise versa. My ending note would cherish every moment that you get to spend with your mom and its true value can be known from the people who don’t have the privilege anymore. A piece of my life is missing and gone….I have a new chapter to write….massage my way right….a new beginning….because my mother’s story will be my daughter’s soon. The circle of life !!
“I’m blogging about why my mother needs to de-stress with a Parachute Advansed Aromatherapy Oil massage for the #StressFreeMom activity at BlogAdda.”
