Mothers of a different kind

Irangani Serasinghe in Yashoravaya

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My memory of my mother was that she managed the household and expenses after my father died when I was five years old with a brother and three sisters.

She had to visit her village often to get money from tea sold from her land, and rice etc, This was after grandfather died too. So pampering and bestowing me with love and indulgence fell to my eldest sister who was totally very kind. Memory shoots forwards. I had my first child. I could not sleep soundly that night, only in bits as I was so happy having a perfect baby. When my second was placed soon after birth on my chest, I had such a strong intention to do all I could to make this infant a happy, healthy boy. Later, after my husband and I gave them the best life possible, we let them go out to the world to make their own lives with no clinging from us.

could to make this infant a happy, healthy boy. Later, after my husband and I gave them the best life possible, we let them go out to the world to make their own lives with no clinging from us.

That is personal but usual among all mothers except the very few who are the exceptions. We who consider ourselves normal cannot fathom how mothers could be to their children with selfishness at heart.