Every year, we have one day to do what most of us should do every day: appreciating our mother’s love and reciprocating it unconditionally.
While Mother’s Day is largely an exercise in commercialism, the sentiment behind it does allow us to reflect on the ways our mums have shaped us.
My mum has had an incredible impact in shaping me, even in ways I still try to understand today.
My mum’s story mirrors those of many young women from the Indian subcontinent who came to the country in the 1970s.
She came to the United States as a 21-year-old, freshly married to my dad (who already lived in the country). Within two years, she had me.
Her creativity made her a prolific artist and she could draw and paint things from memory. My uncle likes to tell the story of how, when my mother was pregnant with me, she would sketch pictures of babies.