A blessing

I do not want to emphasize how cliched the "day" concept is. Mother's day, Father's day, Valentine's day, Friendship day and the countless number of  "day"s of celebrating something or someone is such a farce. It should be a day-to-day affair and shouldn't be like deifying one day, degrading the next.
However, I would like to take this opportunity to write about this relationship that holds a special place in everyone's heart. Yet again, it is such a cliched statement to say one's mother is the best person in the world. But more often than not, it holds good under all conditions. She is the ultimate caregiver, protector, teacher and what not. If there is one soul that will be happy for you, praying for your safety, it is her. She will never hesitate to sacrifice anything for you. All of these are universal truths for many people, with a few exceptions.
As for me, it is something more. She shielded me from all sorts of trouble, letting me understand things I ought to know. She encouraged my talents and gave up on professional growth for my well-being. She was (is) a working-woman that juggle(s)d multiple hats, balancing it all with so much of dexterity. She taught me how to be a warm-hearted, humane-being. She showed the other, most-important-dimension of life, the society. That awakening to social issues was truly a revelation. She discussed with me about Vidarbha, P.Sainath, Cuba, Assange...She treated me as an equal. She showed to me the power of writing; and exhorted me to be an avid reader. More than that, she wanted me to be out there experiencing, witnessing the world. She was always a burst of positivity, a ray of hope, an active thinker and doer. She constitutes all the goodness in me.
She created so much of a comfort zone in our relationship that I could openly share everything with her. She is and will be the first person that comes to my mind if I have to talk about my happiness, sorrow, morbid fears, confessions, embarrassing situations I was in, silly encounters...
This small piece of writing is just a tiny reflection of what she means to me. There is more to this bonding. After all, love is (meant to be) ineffable.
Happy Mother's Day.