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Mother’s Day’s Gift.

Mother’s Day’s Gift.



“Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the wide world over.”
~George Cooper…


            Pablo, and his sister Pinky, were excited about the upcoming next day. It was Mother’s Day, a time to learn appreciation for the things they had, and to think of others who didn’t have as much. Also it’s the gala day when they want to make their mother happy the day out. This seldom happens in other days for their mischief.

            They had both been saving their money all year long. Pablo, who was nine years old, sat on her bed and dumped out his money bank. Coins ran all over the blanket. “This is a lot of money. Momma says we are supposed to help someone. She wants us to think about how much we have and then think of someone who doesn’t have very much, and do something nice for them, and that will make her happy. She does not want anything for her from us” Pinky said, gathering the money into a pile. “Dump out your jar, Pablo,” she told her brother.

            The coins came spilling out of his jar onto the bed. “Wow! We can do a lot for someone with all this money,” Pablo said, smiling. “This is such a special day of year. I’m glad we can help any one within our limitations Moreover, Momma also had made me learnt that It is MOMMY only in whose disguise Gods come to us. We are unable to see the Almighty in our naked eyes, so angels have sent Gods in disguise of Mommas in every family. God cannot reach every where, so He created Mothers.”

            “But we have to do it secretly, Pablo, remember. We have to pick someone and do something very nice without her knowing it is from us. Who should we pick?” Pinky asked.

            “Let’s pick our old grandma of our neighbour. I noticed that she has no thick shawl to wrap herself in this cold and also her slippers are torn out,” Pablo said.

            “That’s a good idea. We could buy a shawl and a new slipper for her. She isn’t as blessed as we are. After loosing her only son, she always remains forlorn and pensive. We have a lot of shoes, slippers and wrappers, don’t we?” Pinky asked with appreciation.

            “I have three pair of shoes. You have more. And a lot of sweaters and cardigans we do possess. Let’s buy these necessities for grandma.” Pablo said, smiling.

            The children found their momma. She was busy in kitchen. She saw her children come into the kitchen. “I’m going to make biriyani and custard for tonight,” she said, knowing her family loved to eat that. “Pappa is in church, in prayer. When he comes home, after the sun sets, we’ll have some. In the meantime, you two look like you’ve got something on your minds.”

            “On the coming Mothers Day, We want to help the old, deserted next door grand ma. Pablo and I have been saving our money all year long and we want to help her” Pinky began.

            Pablo, with excitement, interrupted, “We want to buy her a new shawl and a pair of slippers for her garden.”

            Momma smiled at her beautiful children. She was so proud of them.

             “Would you like me to take you to the store to buy them?” she asked.

            “Would you, Momma? That is the most perfect. Is that all right?” Pablo begged.

            “Why of course. Let’s go,” she said.

            They walked to the shoe store and went inside. Pablo picked out a pair of beautiful brown for grand ma. Momma helped them in deciding the size. Then they went to the garments shop. Pinky chose a creamy soft shawl for the old lady. They were both so proud that they’d saved their money so they could do this to help. Later, they went home and wrapped the shoe box and the shawl packet with glittering wrapping paper. They waited anxiously for night to come. It would be dark and they could deliver their gifts.

            The sun began to drop behind the horizon. A little while later, Pappa came home. He and Momma had some lentil soup, then tomato and cucumber sandwiches. Momma called to her children, “Children, Come and have some biriyani and the custard.” The children came running into the kitchen.

            They gobbled it down quickly as they were anxious to do their good deed. “Slow down, children,” Pappa urged, laughing.

 It was soon dark outside. Momma had the children go and get the boxes they’d wrapped so carefully. They put their coats on and walked quietly over to grand ma’s house. Momma whispered, “All right, children. We must be very quiet and very fast. Pablo, you knock on the door and then run over here, to this bush, where Pinky and I will be hiding. We’ll watch as she comes out and find her gifts.”

            The Children giggled with delight. Pinky and Momma hid, and Pablo tiptoed up to the door. He put both of the boxes down on the porch, and knocked hard. Then he ran, and ran, and ran, as fast as he could, to where Pinky and Momma were. “Shhh,” Momma whispered. “The door is getting opened.”

            They watched as the old lady came out onto the porch with her attendant. “Look! There are presents for me. I had always told you that My son always looks after me from heaven too. He is nowhere but is always around me. He left them here for the Mother’s Day,” she cried out with in whisper with a tearful eye. Both of them looked around. It was very dark and they couldn’t see anyone. They picked up the boxes and took them inside.

            After a minute or two, waiting to make sure they wouldn’t be seen, Momma, with children snuck quietly back to their house. Pablo started laughing. “Pappa! Pappa! We did it! We snuck up and left the presents!”

            Pinky added, “They didn’t see us, Pappa. They don’t know it was us.” She was laughing too.

            Momma and Pappa stood back and looked at their children. They were so proud of them. They knew their children knew the real meaning of giving and of sacrifice. Momma resembles the loving world with water and sunshine - she helps the children to grow, prosper, and reach great heights.

The next morning, as Momma, Poppa, Pablo, and Pinky went to their car to drive into town, they saw the grandma watering the flowers in the garden. Seeing the children, whom she loved dearly, waved her hands off. She was wrapped with the new shawl and had put on her new slippers. Nobody said a thing. The children just smiled at each other. And their Momma hugged and kissed her children with pride and satisfaction.

“No painter's brush, nor poet's pen
in justice to her fame
Has ever reached half high enough
To write a mother's name.”