Mother, a model of modesty and mercy

by Susantha S. Edirimuni

There arises a mixture in nature's creations of evil and merit, good and bad, sour and sweet and also beauty and abhorrence. In this context, the mother is model of modesty and mercy. She is the sole hand that does cradle the future king, ruler or hermit.

The embodiment of mammoth mercy, equanimity compassion and modesty, she nurtures and nourishes, evolve the history, culture and civilisation of the wide humanity.

Literature records mother's kindness, dedication and blessings as limitless. She bears no discrimination of colour, prejudice and sex in articulating her emotional affection or filial piety.

She is equipped to absorb and vile or vice coming out from her children and reform them at their primary age accordingly.

Mercy blesseth him that giveth him that taketh. It is mightiest in the mightiest. The mother is the symbol and synonym of modesty and mercy.

In adversity and penury of grown up children, she has solitary tears to drop down her cheeks rarely noticeable by others. Situations are many when she weeps and moans at arbitrary issues of her children. She is at the fore to spend her wealth, resources and even donate blood when necessities arise in respect of her dear children. Her zest for children is inexplicable. Her debonair feelings at their success or promotion are mingled with emotional tears, which are singular and personal to her ecstasies.

Differences, enmities, caprice and avarice are not in the domain of a mother, whose kingdom is only her loving children.

With all lofty heaps of love and affection, the burning question of the day is whether her children reciprocate such values and virtues in their mother. Many children at adolescence tend to get aloof from the mother due to parochial issues. Ugly incidents occur when they get married, forgetting what their mother had done for long years and sacrifices made.

The mother when aged and infirm may commit lapses and mistakes, knowingly and unknowingly, which are negligible and not accountable; but it is lamentable and brutish, how children illtreat, nag, defile and abuse their mother and drag her out of the house or flat under violent circumstances.

Justice is denied, affection and gratitude due to her is denied; she spends the evening of her life under awful conditions. This is the tragedy encountered by today's mother, a holy figure of sanctity and integrity. "Social Capital" becomes a sine qua non particularly when we evaluate a mother's due place in society.

Children should well register in their minds that the mother is the citadel of excellence and the paragon of virtue.