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My mom would pack my food and take me to school when I was very young. She would walk to the nearby library and pick out books for me when I was in class four.
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My mom and I share a precious relationship. Growing up, her choices in life influenced mine. My mom is a homemaker and while she has definitely made our home, somehow, when I was very young, I felt I should grow up and have a job. It was at age seven or so when I didn’t even know what jobs I could do.
All I did at that age was turn up at school and read books at home.
My mom would pack my food and take me to school when I was very young. She would walk to the nearby library and pick out books for me when I was in class four. She would also, in passing, discuss books with me.
It made me curious about the books in question, and I would look for them in the library when I went there next, and I would pick it up to find out more about “the disappearing cat” or “the naughtiest girl in school” or the twins, ‘Pat and Isabel’.
If I cried, she would smile and say “You don’t want to become like Gwendolyn Mary, now, do you?” And I would admire Alicia and Darrel Rivers. It’s rather unsurprising now that I’m a writer, blogger, editor and poet.
I wrote a poem to my mom on Mother’s Day. You can find it on my blog, the link to which is in the bio.
Happy Mother’s Day, once again, ma!
Aishwariya Laxmi is a writer, editor, blogger, and poet living in Chennai, India. She blogs on https://aishwariyalaxmi.com/ and has a substack newsletter. Her poems and flash fiction have been published in 43 anthologies read more...
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