Underplayed Role of Son

I have always been carrying a regret of having underplayed the Role of a Son.

A father could not have been more caring, loving, doting, self-sacrificing, yet very unsung about it – my Father was so.  My grandmother was so very close to me, she was more mother than the symptomatic grand-mother. I had the great fortune of having more grand-mothers and mothers. Friends’ mothers and mothers of my far-relatives struck chord with me so easily, they endeared me more than their own blood. Many of my mothers were born with me as sisters, some – though not born with me – sisterly by age – but truly mothered me at my most forsaken times. I seem to have given up on them too early, while they still were looking up for my Goodness.  My own mother, who is Live and Kicking has been the most friendliest of any mother could be, but for many years now, been very distant for whatever Godly reason that could be.  I feel terribly guilty for underplayed my Role as their Son.  I am sure there are many more bigger stories with you than mine.  Pardon me Mothers (and Appa),  I haven’t lived up to my Role- not having spelt out in words doesn’t demean the Promise I made through my acts of endearment.

Like on most of my defining-moments in my Life, I have under-played my Role, that of a Son too. Trying not to be too harsh unto myself, I am not terming myself as have betrayed their expectations from me, at their more dependent moments. Found some solace on having performed my duties to the family, a shade better, on relative terms and not on absolute terms.  There is definitely a lot more that I could have done to my Loved ones as their Son, for many of them have already departed the realms of Life and my opportunity to return their care.

Do what you are supposed to do and that what you feel like to do while they are alive.  Things that you feel for them, way deep in your inner-most chambers of your hearts, and far from all those inhibitions that wall you from your acts, sometimes when you are with your closest of friends or your darling spouses. Remember to make use of the available moments. Thanksgiving is best when we do it in person and while being alive. Dear me, please do not repent like the way I do. No need to underplay your Role as Sons / Daughters.