Mothers are
the Soul of our homes... whereas fathers are their very existence. But have we
ever given much thought to the nature of this existence?
Little is
written or said about fathers, even though we understand their value in our
lives. We hardly ever hear anyone talk about fathers. .. Mothers are made of an
ocean of tears. Fathers are a wall of self-control.
Mothers
relieve their pain through tears, fathers only console, and it is harder to
console than it is to cry. Surely the
candlestick is hotter than the flame, yet it is always the flame which gets the
praise.
We remember
mothers as the ones who took care of our daily needs, yet how easily we forget
fathers, who arrange finances for daily needs!
Mothers can
cry uncontrollably in public, and fathers sob in their pillows at night. Mothers
are allowed to cry; fathers can never be seen in tears.
We can
notice the patches on his shoes. His tattered vest is a sure sign of the
struggle he gone through. His unshaven beard is a sign of his frugality. He
will buy new pairs of expensive jeans for his children, while an old pair of
pyjamas will do for him.
While
children don’t blink an eyelid when they spend 1000's of Rs in a beauty parlour
or salon, yet in their own home, a father may be using whatever is at home to avoid
any salon or parlour visits.
When a
father is ill, he does not rush to the doctor. He does not fear his illness but
is afraid in case the doctor tells him to rest for a month, as there will be no
other bread earner in the family.
Whether he
can afford it or not, he works hard to get his son admitted to an engineering
or medical course. Despite the shortage of funds he send money regularly to his
child at university even some children go on a gala spending spree on the same
day the money arrives.
The Father
is the existence of the home. The home is secure from outsiders when a father,
in the form of its manger, is alive. He holds the position of the chief
executive of the household. He sees, repairs and cares for jobs around the
house.
When you announce
your exam results, it seems that mother is the closest person to you because
she takes you in her arms, praises you and blesses you, but no one notices the
father who quietly slips away to the sweet shop to get sweets to distribute
among family and friends...
God made
paradise under the feet of your mother but he made the father take care of the
thorns under your feet....
Salute to
All Fathers of the world.
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