This relationship is very weird. I guess this has been my favourite adjective for the past many months; the reason being my lack of vocab, but frankly there are so many aspects to this relationship that I could go on and on about it.
Its one of the most multi-faceted relationships I have encountered. Well it also being one of the first relationships I had so I guess as growth and change go hand in hand so does the facets of this relationship change.
Its funny how one person can influence and shape your life so much that people say you are just like her. As a rebellious teenager u wish you never grow up to be like her. But then again u wish u did not turn out to be like most adults in your vicinity. Its only when you grow older and maybe wiser after surviving the agonising adolescence you realise that it would take years of experience to be like her and maybe a little better than her (just a wish).

This is not going to be about how special the relation between a mother and child is, its about how weird the relation between a mother and daughter is. She being your mother the obvious criteria are fulfilled like teaching things and caring and nursing etc. one can observe these in all animals, not that I am disregarding them or don’t consider them to be important but its just that there are far more complex feelings involved when u come to human mothers and their daughters.

They are your worst critiques, be it anything, from the choice of your clothes (which is plain annoying) to the people you hang out with (what does she know) to your behaviour with people or something as stupid as the way you walk- your posture. And every human being on this planet has universally accepted that mothers know what is best for their children. And they can just boss you around all your life. And seriously speaking I wouldn’t mind that as long as she is there for me for my lifetime.

She is your friend your confidante funnily even your competitor (I make better puran polis then you do; ya right, you can’t even grind the puran with your bony hands I do most of the work and you take all the credit). Hey c’mon I am being honest here okay, we all know how we feel for our mom’s but we don’t exactly worship the ground on which she walks, everyday! You can get away by saying and doing anything when it comes to your mothers. She does manage to forgive you somehow. Of course she can come up with the most appropriate punishments too. Like once I had found old rusted blades, and my friend and I went around slashing the seats of all the two wheelers in my colony. Why? Well I don’t know, all I can think of right now is vinashkari viparit buddhi. It’s a childhood thing one does things in spite of knowing its wrong. Of course when I was asked if I did it, I played dumb, but my friend had a lecture on value education that day in school and she suddenly remembered honesty is the best policy. So basically we were in deep shit. And I was in more shit because I lied. As if my mom had never lied!!! Anyways my friend didn’t face any punishment and as for me I was taken by my mom from house to house with my piggy bank (can u believe it) and made to apologise about them if they would like me to pay for it. I mean c’mon its not like I had even 20 bucks back then what with 10 paise coins still being in use!!

So I do love her and I need her approval, and I still would not like to lead my life like her but I still want to have some of her traits, and I wish she would get off my back at times and I want her arms to cry my heart out and I just wish she’d stop asking so many questions, and somewhere down the line I know she feels the same way about me.