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Things I Like to Hear My Mom Say

 Even when I overcome the tiniest of tiny scrapes, I feel the need to obsess over it. And, by nature, the first thing I do is whine, and moan, to my mom about how PAINFUL it is. And oh, how VERY satisfying it is to hear her say: "It'll heal soon."


Every morning, as soon as I wake up, I waddle towards my mom, half-asleep, expecting my every-morning hug, with a few kisses and praises. And only because of her sweet, bright, happy voice filling my mind do I wake completely. It is SO wonderful hearing her say: "Goodmorning sweetheart, silver, gold, diamond!"


Each time my sister hurts me, or each time I get scolded by someone else, the only thing I want to do is go running towards my mom, complain to her about all my problems and hear her say: "Don't you worry now, I'll handle them!"


I love showing any of my work to my mom. Regardless of how good or bad it is. It just feels right to show it to her. And yes, of course she's the person I'll show my work to first! And it's such a humongous relief having to hear her say: "That's fantastic! I love it."


I love taking up the newspaper and gawking at phone advertisements, sales and offers and other such things. It must be very weird and silly asking my dad to buy those stuff, but even though I know he won't, I just like asking him. And it just feels good to know that my mom's just like me, asking my dad to buy stuff even though she knows it won't happen. But anyways, it's just nice hearing her say: "I totally agree with Shriyandhaa. We should DEFINITELY buy that!"


During small arguments in our house, my mom is usually the only one to side with me. And when I'm giving details on why what I have to talk about is important, I'd like to hear my mom agree with me. And at that moment, nothing's as calming or hopeful as hearing my mom say: "I know, right? I agree with Shriyandhaa."


Other than hearing her say things: I LOVE seeing her smiling, hearing her laughing, and getting strangled by her hugs. I love knowing that she's happy, and I love having her as a mom.

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  1. T.SrinivasanMay 2, 2024 at 6:40 PM

    Nice to know about your mom through your way of expressing.Good relationship between mom and daughter always a gift. Continue your writings as it is enjoyable

    From Pushpa Patti

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  2. Shyamala NMay 2, 2024 at 6:45 PM

    Awwww! Chella kutti!! Such a nice write up about your Amma!! Your mom truly does brighten up any room she is in! May this daughter-mommy duo always remain happy, content and prosperous!!

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  3. AnonymousMay 4, 2024 at 9:32 AM

    The subject about which you wrote is always happens in all Houses. It is not new. But your presentation is wonderful. Keep writing. Good. I would like you to write some instances linked and conclude it with a humorous touch.ok

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