He is My Mother

 

Yeah. You read that right. HE is my mother.

I never saw my mother. In fact, she never had any existence in my world. I was 2 days old when DaDa & I met. From that day, he became my world.

The moment I started talking, my first word was DaDa. I don’t call him Dad or Papa. I just call him DaDa. Ahh! I wish I could remember that moment. My uncle told me he never saw Dada that excited. I wish I remembered how excited he looked when I said DaDa for the first time.

He & I live together, and I have no intention of changing that even after crossing my 35 next month. Never. He was around this age at that time when he got me.

I don’t know if he ever tried to become my mother. With him beside me, I never needed one. I always saw him the way he is. He never changed. He did everything to make me a good, independent person. He never forced me for anything, but he never agreed to my everything either. He is such a balanced person, even at this age.

When I started looking around, I saw the difference between a mother and a father. Never experienced that, though. Mother makes tiffin. Father brings you to school. Mother helps with homework. Father plays with you. But DaDa did everything for me, and I never felt that I needed a mother. They say nobody can replace a mother; she introduces you to this world and completes your world. For me, he introduced me to this world. He became my world. He IS my world.

I was in my early teens and got to know about my adoption. The shock was intolerable. I didn’t talk to anybody for weeks. I’m not my DaDa’s son. The thought was unbearable. I wasn’t a part of my beloved DaDa. The suffering was horrible.

An accident case came to the ward, and an 8-month pregnant lady was injured to the point where her chances of living were thinning every passing second. Her last words were – “Save my child, please.” DaDa saved the infant but couldn’t save the mother. The hospital waited for two days. They got to know that the deceased lady had no one. They had to send me to the orphanage. DaDa stopped them.

He was tremendously busy. He had to. He was about to become the ace in his field. He was about to have everything he had been aiming for all these years. Yet, he sacrificed everything and adopted me. He was always there for me. He never let the work affect my upbringing or the time we had together. He never lacked in his work either. He eventually achieved whatever he wanted in his career. But that would have been earlier if it weren’t for me. From changing my nappies to helping me choose a gift for my date, he was always there. He loved me so much. He still does.

It overwhelmed me.

“Why me?” I asked him with teary eyes.

“You are not just a son. You are My Sun. I was having a hard time, and you smiled at me. My world brightened. We don’t share blood. We share a bond that ties our hearts.”

I don’t remember how long I was holding him and crying. I just remember his warm smile and his hands on my back, comforting me smoothly.

We never had that discussion again. I once jokingly asked him if the breakup was too hurtful to start a new relationship. He smiled and said that it’s not just a wife that completes you.

I wish he had thought about having a companion. Because he is at the stage where he needs one. It’s not because I want a mother, but because he needs one. Not as a lover, but as a mother.

After a certain point in age, your companion becomes your mother. They take care of you; you can whine to them for the silliest reasons; they lose to you on purpose just to satisfy your childish wish. They are your comfort zone at that time. They are the embrace in which you forget the world and have a good night's sleep.

DaDa never had a companion. At least not after we met. I want him to have his comfort now. I want him to have a good sleep every night. I want him to have his silly wishes fulfilled. I want him to rest. I want him to have that Mother.

Can you help me find him one?

-Kayanpri