Mom. Daughter. Mom.

My family means the world to me. My parents always made sure that physical distances amongst us never come in the way of our emotional distance. I love my parents beyond words. But it took me getting pregnant to value my mom like I always should have. I tend to hurt the people I love the most. My mom definitely falls in that bucket. I remember the days (and sometimes even now) when I used to get mad at my mom for making a dish I didn’t like, or saying something I didn’t like, or not doing something I wanted her to do – I am sure some people can relate to it. Those days, I would genuinely get upset and angry with my mom, so much so that I sometimes ended up hurting her.

When I was pregnant last year, I started reflecting on all those times. Having a baby in my own tummy made me feel so differently about my mom. Little Samaira growing inside me felt like something I had never felt before. Even before she was born, all my heart and life wanted the best for her, even if it were to be at my cost. Having a child has made me a different kind of vulnerable and I would do anything for her. I just want unlimited happiness for Samaira. It is rather safe to assume that any mother would want that for her baby. I know this is what my mom ever wanted for me. She still does.

I finally understand my mom a one hundred percent, almost. More than ever for sure. It is kind of sad that it took me so long. Being a mom is like completing a full circle in some ways. Sometimes, it takes a daughter to become a mom to complete this circle.