Under #Momology participation , Today I choose a picture prompt and try my hands on fiction .
Playing with maps was their favourite game . Right from his early childhood when other kids just learn A for Apple and B for ball , Arjuna tried to learn A for Australia also along with A for apple (and ofcourse A for Arjun too) , B for Belgium also in addition to B for Ball . Credit to his mommy Myla . Arjuna’s father was working with an international travel agency and had to visit different countries off and on . Arjuna used to feel so happy when Myla would show him the current location of his Dad on the world map.
“Mommy , Dad is not so far from us , see it’s such a small distance . Let’s go to him” Moving his little fingers over the map , he would try to measure the distance between him and his Dad and also judge the time to reach there .
“Baby , it’s small only on this map. Otherwise it is very far . We will have to go by aeroplane “
Myla would smile athis innocence when he would bring his toy aeroplane and drag it on the map“Shooooooo……” to reach his Dad’s location . Seeing this , she would engulf himin arms and her heart would whisper manyblessings for him.
Arjuna – as his name said , Myla would often tell him the stories of the Warrior Arjuna from the epic Mahabharta . She wanted her son to act brave, fearless and focused in life . The little child even remembered few stories by heart now .
When he had scribbled his own name Arjuna on the bedroom wall , his mom wrote ‘The Warrior’ in front of it .
Arjuna – The Warrior
Arjuna was growing up day by day but Playing with maps had become his evergreen love . He had memorized names of many countries and would often challenge his mom whose brain stored more names . Many times he won too , may be Myla felt happy to lose against her son.
Today was Arjun’s birthday . He had grown up quite much to start understanding the things ,Myla thought . And she herself was tired of the game of maps . Today when he opened the world map and enquired about his Dad’s present location to shooooo his aeroplane , Myla gathered the courage and said “ Dear Arjuna , this game of maps and your Dad is all fake . Your Dad played a game with me eight years ago. He just left leaving you in my tummy .”
“Can you consider me both as your mom and Dad , my dear child”
To her surprise , Arjuna threw away his toy aeroplane and jumped in his mom’s lap to exchange a tight hug .
Next morning when Myla woke up , what she saw was that the name Arjuna on the wall was striked through to change it to Myla .
Arjuna Myla -The Warrior
Do Warriors suffer their pain silently ? Myla thought looking at the wall
My take :
Motherhood is for the warriors . Apart from giving birth to a child , she struggles on daily basis , be for her child or her family , sacrificing herself many times . Her heart is an ocean of love , but she has the power to act brave, bold and fearless too. Only the real courageous possess all these qualities together .
I came across a poem on ‘Warrior Mom’ on medium.com whose few lines I loved . They were like :
I figured out why I wore armor ;it held me up at the end of the day
I don’t cook , I can’t sew but I learned I could fight
I ditched the armor but kept the shield
through sweat and tears and years of no sleep
You can read the full poem by Jean Macleod here
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