When I was little I would always ask my parents why they named me- Kanmani. An exotic name is it not? No one at school had such a name, so why me? My little child’s brain was a thing of callow and naive thoughts of wonder at everything in sight. Therefore giving me the constant consent that such questions like these must be answered. My mother didn’t hesitate to answer as I stared with an anxious widening of my eyes. She looked me directly in the eyes and said:

“When you were born you and you father looked down at you, our first daughter and thought how precious you are to us. This tiny human laying in my arms will be the star in our solar system. Your fragile and angelic. Kanmani means precious like the eye. You are so much like that Kanmani. Remember that.”

I have never forgotten those words, sure my parents may have but there is no way I could. Its stamped in my head, every time I feel like a failure I think of those words because my mother, my best friend, she said those to me. That has been imprinted in my head, those words are what have only made a quarter of who I am. My mom, oh my gosh this amazing, incredible human being. She is this loving, generous, strong, soul, this umbra. She can make anyone in her presence feel like the most carefree and loved spirit in the world. She can walk with the entire universe on her shoulders and make it look like she has delicate wings on her back. Without my mom I wouldn’t have the motivation to do what I do now.

Another thing about my mom is that she has this aura around her like her own atmospheric bubble. The instant you enter it you’re being washed by love and graciousness. If she hugs you the effect from that embrace will still leave and impression on you long after her arms have left your body. If you guys do not remember, I made a post last year, in February about my mom and someone commented on that post saying that my mom is a kind person and they still remember being hugged by her. A hug with so much love. They also said I was very lucky to have her as a mom.

Indeed I am.

A lot of people say that I have the looks of my father, from the curve of my jawline down to the way I smile. But a handful of people say I look like my mom. But alas, looks are the most deceiving. My mom is smart in every situation, she isn’t awkward or hesitant. She is an amazing cook and has the willpower of a thousand forests and mountains. She is graceful and adored and thinks before acting. She is smart and wise. She is so calm and unique in the best way possible and has the beauty patience of a willow tree.

I on the other hand am probably the most awkward person alive and the only thing I can make in the kitchen is cereal and toast. I cant even be sure about my own willpower and I’m as graceful as an oaf. I don’t think before my actions and I not that smart most of the time and have the wisdom of a goldfish cracker.

But the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.

My mom makes me feel like I can do anything and I don’t love another female more than I love her and my sister. I believe in love at first sight because the first thing I saw when I was born was her. My mother believes in me more than I believe in myself. Happy Mothers Day  everyone, of and before I sign off I need to do something;

Here is a letter to you mom:

Dearest mother.

I will love you as long as the waves crash on the shores of the beach,

as long as the stars shine,

the sun rises,

the rain falls,

the flowers unfurl,

the winds blow,

the moon glows,

and wolves howl to the sky.

Adieu My Best of Love,

Kanmani