God couldn’t be everywhere, so he created mothers. Thus goes the popular adage. A mother’s love for her child is unconditional and nobody else in the whole universe can ever match it. Her child means the world to her and she can go to any extent to see her child happy. If there is anybody in this world who can put your happiness and well-being over their’s without expecting anything in return, then it has to be your mom. But understanding this simple fact is not within everybody’s intellectual reach. And many people wake up to this realization quite late. Here is a touching story of a one eyed mother and her son, dedicated to all mothers of the world:
My mom had only one eye. I hated her. She was such an embarrassment. She ran a small shop at a flea market. She collected little weeds, etc. to sell.
There was this one day during elementary school. I remember that it was field day, and my mom came. I was so embarrassed. How could she do this to me? I threw her a hateful look and ran out. The next day at school, my friends taunted me saying “Your mom only has one eye?”
I wished that my mom would just disappear from this world; so I said to my, “Mom, why don’t you have the other eye?! You are only going to make me a laughingstock. Why don’t you just die?” My mom did not respond. I guess I felt a little bad, but at the same time, it felt good to think that I had said what wanted to say all this time. Maybe it was because my mom hadn’t punished me, but I didn’t think that I had hurt her feelings very badly.
That night, I woke up and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water. My mom was crying there, so quietly, as if she was afraid that she might wake me. I took a look at her, and then turned away. Because of the thing I had said to her earlier, there was something pinching at me in the corner of my heart. Even so, I hated my mother who was crying out of her one eye. So I said to myself that I would grow up and become successful, because I hated my one-eyed mom and our desperate poverty.
Then I studied really hard. I left my mother and came to another city and studied, and got admission in a good university with all the confidence I had. Then, I got married. I bought a house of my own. Then I had kids, too. Now I was living happily as a successful man. I liked my place because it was a place that didn’t remind me of my mom.
This happiness was getting bigger and bigger, when someone unexpected came to see me “What?! Who’s this?” It was my mother. Still with her one eye. It felt as if the whole sky was falling down on me. My little girl ran away, scared of my mom’s eye.
And I asked her, “Who are you? I don’t know you!” as if I tried to make that real. I screamed at her “How dare you come to my house and scare my daughter! Get out of here now!” And to this, my mother quietly answered, “oh, I am so sorry. I may have gotten the wrong address,” and she disappeared. Thank goodness! She doesn’t recognize me. I was quite relieved. I told myself that I wasn’t going to care, or think about this for the rest of my life.
Then a wave of relief came upon me. One day, a letter regarding a school reunion came to my house. I lied to my wife saying that I was going on a business trip. After the reunion, I went down to the old shack, that I used to call a house, just out of curiosity. I found my mother fallen on the cold ground. But I did not shed a single tear. She had a piece of paper in her hand; it was a letter to me.
Here is what the letter read:
My son, I think my life has been long enough now. I won’t visit your place anymore. But would it be too much to ask if I wanted you to come visit me once in a while? I miss you so much. And I was so glad when I heard you were coming for the reunion. But I decided not to go to the school… for you. I am sorry that I have only one eye, and I was an embarrassment for you.
You see, when you were very little, you got into an accident and lost your eye. As a mother, I couldn’t stand watching you having to grow up with only one eye. So I gave you mine. I was so proud of my son that was seeing a whole new world for me, in my place, with that eye. I was never upset at you for anything you did. The couple of times you got angry with me, I thought to myself, ‘it’s because he loves me.’ I miss the times when you were still young around me. I miss you so much. I love you. You mean the world to me.
My World Shattered. I hated the person who only lived for me. I cried for my Mother, I didn’t know of any way that will make up for my worst deeds…