I happened to read this simply beautiful article,and as I was reading the thought going in my mind was an incident that happened a few years before.One of my friends invited me to a workshop which was focusing on art as medium of expressing our feelings and emotions.The subject quite caught my attention so I decided to go ahead and attend the workshop.
It was indeed very interesting and sometimes left me amazed at myself,in the sense I had no clue that I could actually do whatever I actually did.
There was one particular activity which is relevant to what I am trying to convey here.We were all asked to draw our version of Mother, in about ten minutes.After we were finished with the drawing we each had our turn to explain why we drew what we did.The drawings and the explanations that I got to hear that were simply fascinating and I must say each one was so unique.Everyone had an absolutely different drawing and expression.Well, let me come to my drawing right away without going into more details.I had drawn a picture of a little girl and another lady holding her hand and a long road ahead.So, now coming to the most important part of what happened when my turn to explain my drawing came. "I take the drawing lift it up,show it to all around the table and try to make a start,I find tears rolling down my cheeks,and am unable to say anything.My teacher and all the other colleagues around console me, my teacher says OK, Revathy we'll come back to you in a while, then go on with the next person.By this time I compose myself and tell myself this is not done, and make another bold attempt to start explaining my drawing, when lo,here go the tears again and this time I'm actually sobbing.To cut it short this happened three to four times, then the tea break came to my great relief.I rushed to have a chat with the teacher,I wanted to know why I did what I did,considering that my mother is a very outgoing cheerful and happy lady and I have never known myself to react like this earlier.By nature I too come across as a cool and casual person".The teacher tried to give me some explanation which did of course convince me at that point of time.But this has been lingering in my mind all the time, in fact I even narrated this to my mother and she too just smiled it off.
Until today I have not been able to find the reason as to why I reacted the way I did on that day.I do realise after reading this article (which I share below)that there need not be a reason actually when sometimes tears just roll down,it could be gratitude, it could be love,it could be joy..........!!!
Our love---capacity to love---everybody has, but they have not utilized it. We have not thrown ourselves open. We have closed into our small, "my, my, me, me, mine."
"Why are you crying?" he asked his mom.
"Because I'm a mother," she told him.
"I don't understand," he said. His mom just hugged him and said, "You never will!" Later the little boy asked his father why Mother seemed to cry for no reason.
"All mothers cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why mothers cry. So he finally put in a call to God and when God got on the phone the man said, "God, why do mothers cry so easily."
God said, "You see son, when I made mothers they had to be special. I made their shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort. I gave them an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times come from their children.
"I gave them a hardiness that allows them to keep going when everyone else gives up, and to take care of their families through sickness and fatigue without complaining.
"I gave them the sensitivity to love their children under all circumstances, even when their child has hurt them very badly. This same sensitivity helps them to make a child's boo-boo feel better and helps them share a teenager's anxieties and fears.
"I gave them a tear to shed. It's theirs exclusively to use whenever it's needed. It's their only weakness. It's a tear for mankind."
Beautiful isn't it???????????
Jai Guru Dev!!!
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