My Cookery Page » Happy Mother’s Day http://www.mycookery.com/blog Man Does Not Live By Bread Alone ......... Moses Tue, 17 Nov 2009 03:33:08 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.8 en hourly 1 Gift Ideas For Mother! http://www.mycookery.com/blog/44/gift-ideas-for-mother/ http://www.mycookery.com/blog/44/gift-ideas-for-mother/#comments Tue, 09 May 2006 06:08:44 +0000 nmaskuri http://www.mycookery.com/blog/?p=44 I have compiled some useful gift ideas that you may want to give to your mother.  My word of advice, Be Grateful That You Still Have A Mother :)

Mothers day gift ideas1.pdf

 

 

]]> http://www.mycookery.com/blog/44/gift-ideas-for-mother/feed/ 2 Guardian Angel http://www.mycookery.com/blog/42/guardian-angel/ http://www.mycookery.com/blog/42/guardian-angel/#comments Fri, 05 May 2006 03:34:32 +0000 nmaskuri http://www.mycookery.com/blog/?p=42 I so love this endearing little story which, when I retold to my little girl, she was so taken by the idea that she repeated to few of her friends.  You will agree, there is a magic in this story, I know, for it stirred a little child and planted the positive belief that indeed this is God’s truth.   Who knows that it isnt?  Read on:
One day, a little soul was getting ready to be born into this world.  He asked God, “All the angels here have been telling me that You will deliver me into a new world but how I will survive for I am weak and small?

And God’s resply was, “I have selected an Angel for you.  And she will take care of you and love you”.

“But here in heaven, it is enough for me, for all I do is laugh and sing, I am happy enough.”

“Your Angel will sing to you and smile at you every day.  And you will feel her love and experience a greater happiness.”

“But how can I understand the language of the world and the ways of the world because I do not understand their language.”

“Your Angel will speak to you in a most beautiful language that you will ever hear, and with full of special words, with love and patience, and she will be the one who will teach you how to communicate.”

“And how shall I communicate with You, God?”

“Your Angel will teach you how to pray.”

“I hear that there are many evil people in the world.  Who will protect me?”

“Your Angel will protect you, even if it means giving up her life.”

“But I will surely be disheartened and sad if I do not you see you again, dear God.”

“Your Angel will teach you about Me, and how to reach me for I am always by your side.”

At that moment, heaven was silent and the sound of earth was approaching and the little child soul asked quietly.
“Dear God, if I must leave heaven now, would You please tell me what is the name of my Angel?”
“You will address  your Angel as  Mother.”

Just remember to always love and pray for your Mother for indeed she is the Angel who walks this earth with you. 

 

]]> http://www.mycookery.com/blog/42/guardian-angel/feed/ 3 Remembering Mother http://www.mycookery.com/blog/41/remembering-mother/ http://www.mycookery.com/blog/41/remembering-mother/#comments Fri, 05 May 2006 03:31:26 +0000 nmaskuri http://www.mycookery.com/blog/?p=41 I wrote this in a personal journal for my daughter and I am sharing these thoughts with those who love their mothers and hope you will remember to always cherish her, love her , honour her, for indeed she is the hand that rocks the cradle.
 
 Posted in July 2005:
 
I remember a book called My Mother, Myself by Nancy Friday – about a daughter’s search for identity. This was the first book of its kind then that explored the interaction between mother and daughter. I cant remember much of it, I read it when I was 17 years old – why? again I didnt know then the need to understand why my mother and I could not be friends came from somewhere deep within me – at 17 years old in those days, there were few channels I could use for research and reference. I picked up the book because I was desperate and frustrated. One thing I do remember is that we all grow up thinking we aint like our mother but we always end up like them. Till today I still do not believe we are alike except for physical likeness.  
 
“Mothers may love their children, but they sometimes dont like them” said the author. That is so true.
 
It took me a long time to realise she did the best that she could for her children and I didnt appreciate her struggles and sacrifices.  The lesson I gain from this is to love my child as openly and deeply as possible and teach her the power of expression.  Mama will love princess till it hurts but will not hesitate to spank for any mischiefs but princess is rarely naughty.
 
Mother passed away suddenly in the middle of the night at 3am Sunday morning on Jan 14, 2002. Just 6 hours earlier I had dinner with her after spending the entire day shopping. I woke up princess who was then 5yrs old, she opened her eyes and I told her, and she said why? Why indeed dear God? She was only 66 yrs old, princess was just deprived of her last grandparent. Who could she run to when her little heart is secretly hurt by mama? Who will take her side and wipe her tears and tell her mama has been naughty to hurt little princess.
 
I cried and cried all week and after four years , I still cry when I think of her, even as I write this now. I truly did and still do, love my mother.  
 
That week of her passing my senses were wired up.  At the end of the first week, it came to me that she was in a happier place. Had dreams of her leaving us farther and farther. She had joined my father in another journey and I am happy for them.  It was only after that “illumination” that I was pacified by her passing. Am not sure if things would have been different had she been alive today. It is said in all the holy books, you reap what you sow.  I can now make this statement without falling apart that my mother never could hug or hold me but she loved me no less, in fact she loved me a lot.  She didnt sow much in that department and despite all the knowledge within me , I could not hug or hold her either.   I am a mother myself and I love my child no matter what.
 
The day she died, I saw mother in the mirror and then I realised that it was me. This was affirmed by many comments after that, and despite my resistance I am becoming like my Mother and I would like to believe what I inherit is her priceless and foremost dedication to family, her hardwork and nobility. A child will become the colour that her mother coloured her and the shape that her mother shaped her.
 
She passed away 18 months after my father died, maybe it was her will to join him, who knows, for they had been together since childhood.   I remember Gilbert Sullivan’s song, and its truly sad:
 
To think that only yesterday , I was cheerful, bright and gay
Looking forward to well wouldn’t do
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down
Reality came around
And without so much, as a mere touch
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt
Talk about God and His mercy
Or if He really does exist
Why did He desert me in my hour of need
I truly am indeed
Alone again, naturally   
 
It seems to me that there are more heartsbroken in the world that can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?
Alone again, naturally
 
Now looking back over the years
And whatever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to hide the tears
And at sixty-five years old
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand
why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart so badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
 
 
It is said in the holy book of Quran that Paradise lies beneath her feet……. the eminence given to mothers ….. something for us to reflect further……
 
For my dear daughter, there is a lesson in this.

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