A Spring of Love | Sunday Observer

A Spring of Love

26 February, 2017

To human beings and all creatures in the evolutionary ladder, the most exalted common factor is ‘mother’. Our beloved Amma. As humans, we have seen the affection shown by the latter to their offspring.

Sadly, the present generation of the most consummate of living beings have to take a few steps back in the ‘virtue’ of maternal love.

We have seen such instances in the media and at times with our own eyes, A prayer for such acts to be memories.

Yes! A mother. Thaththa loves her, would fight for her. Listens to her. Daughters imitate her. Sons build castles in the air by gazing at her. Would my future partner be like my sweet Amma?

Door to door salesmen thrive on her. Those seeking alms at the gate bless her. She can be sweeter than honey, more sour than a lemon and can shed a tear while crying or smiling, when speaking of loved ones.

She likes to boast about her spouse and her children, to friends and teachers. She loves to be remembered on her birthday, by her family. A hug and a kiss would suffice. Of course a wee gift would be welcome.

She knows best where to buy all the needs of the family for the lowest price. She is an expert in selecting vegetables, bananas and potatoes, and watching the weighing machine. Actually, she is the banker’s bank of the home. She becomes a magician when she extracts hidden cash and at times a bottle that cheers, from vaults, which could make the entire family to be in ecstasy. She loves to get into her rumpled, soot stained home attire, sit before the TV and maybe, chanting to herself “Ah! East or West, Home is best.”

Marathon walk

Unaware to her or to her family in her home she maybe completing a marathon walk while engaged in sweeping, cleaning, cooking, gardening, answering the door bell, the postman’s tinkle, checking the windows and doors, etc.

On her toes from dawn till late night, mother takes the children to school, for tuition and all other extracurricular activities. She feeds the little ones, also, the pet dog and cat. She has the ability to judge people. She likes a word of praise from all, on her culinary excellence.

Alone

Maybe she has the same thoughts of what daughters in-law feel about mothers in-law. About how she will perform when one day she becomes a mother in-law.

Next, comes the most beautiful act that will make our revered and loving mothers of our celestial teachers to smile. Calling the family to the home altar for evening prayers.

Thanking them. I am sure that even our beloved Mother Lanka will be in ruptures. A mother will keep the family under her warm wings, would break rest, administer medicine, while keeping the home fires burning. She completes a day’s work, yes, literally 24 hours, but expects nothing for her divine services.

She will be in a cauldron of sweet tears when the children fly away to build their own nests. She will shed many tears of joy, prayer and anxiety and lots and lots of thanksgiving when she becomes a sugary and spicy grandmother.

A mother has been given the most prestigious place in history. Especially, in our beautiful history, e.g. Queen Viharamaha Devi – a mother who moulded a brave, humane and pious son.

Colonel Tibbets, a pilot in the American Air Force, named his fighter plane ‘Enola Gay’, his mother’s name, as a gesture of love. He left for Japan, little realizing that the object he carried in his plane was to cause unimaginable death and destruction of tens of thousands living in the city of Japan’s Hiroshima on August 6 1945. It was the world’s first atom bomb.

When Colonel Tibbets saw the destruction below, he is supposed to have said “Oh my mother, oh my mother, what have I done?” He never ever piloted a plane again. He resigned.

Of course, all mothers are females who use a few of the famous sixty four guiles of a woman in keeping a lucky and devoted husband and children in contentment and happy.

How true is our Maestro Victor Ratnayake’s immortal song, ‘Adaraye Ulpatha is Amma’ or ‘The mother is the Spring of Love.’ 

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