- What is your mom like? Describe her in a color and a smell.
When I think of my mom I think of her armchair near the window, which is a pattern of green and blue and gray. She is kind of the laughter that gets you into a car crash but you can't hate her for because she was happy. She’s the sharp, refreshing smell of elaichi, cardamom, the kind that she taught me to put just a pinch of into the teapot. She has a collection soft shawls and scarves that are warm to wrap around yourself and sweet to put your nose into.
2. What is something you love about your mom? What is something that you usually take for granted about her?
When we get in the car the first thing she does is whisper her duas, and when she's done she lets me put on whatever music I want and she doesn't mind what it is as long as it's not too loud. My mom spent 17 years perfecting her English and still tells me she wants to take English classes because she doesn’t like her accent.
My mom doesn't let her feelings show often. She holds a lot of things inside of her and holds the weight of a lot more on her shoulders. Sometimes I think she deserves a lot better than the life she got with us.
My mom is a good cook. She can make anything, from biryani and roti and butter chicken to spaghetti and chicken soup and burgers, and she doesn't let my dad's sharp criticism or my pickiness get to her. She tells herself she is a good cook and she keeps cooking.
My mom knows everything. She knows when someone is sick or upset and she knows what to do to make them feel better.
I always take for granted how hard she works. When I don't feel like doing the dishes, she'll do them for me. If I take too long to clean my room, she'll help me hang up my clothes. She takes my brother to countless doctors and speech therapists and has meetings with all his teachers and never complains about how tired she is even though I see it in the bags under her eyes or the way she limps when her chronic leg pain comes back. Sometimes she works too hard.
She doesn't like any of the pictures I take of her but she is beautiful. Her eyes always shine.
For the last two or three years I didn’t give my mom anything but a generic Hallmark card on Mother’s Day. I feel bad for it. I should have been showing her how much I appreciate her--not just on the first week of May, but every day. I should have done more, and I’m trying to make up for it. My mom is my mom, my favorite person, and I will never be able to show her how much I love her, but I hope I can try. I hope she knows.
A portrait of my mom from that day we sat in the car as the clouds started to turn orange and pink outside and the sunlight hit her face and she glanced at me, and it struck me how beautiful she is.