Motherhood: The Greatest Creation Through My Eyes

When I reflect on my mother’s life, I am filled with a blend of pride, gratitude, and a deep, aching loss. Growing up, I often took her presence for granted—her love was the steady background of my childhood, always there, always unwavering. Only after her passing did I truly begin to understand the depth and artistry of what it means to be a mother. Through my eyes, my mother is the greatest creator I have ever known.

The Silent Architect of My Life

Looking back, I know my mother was the silent architect of my existence. Society celebrates artists, inventors, and leaders, but the real genius is the mother who shapes such individuals. Her touch is woven through every part of who I am—her values, her lessons, and her unwavering support built the very foundation of my character.

She was bold, fearless, and endlessly loving. From a young age, she was drawn to the mysteries of the world—deeply interested in occult sciences, always seeking the unknown, and profoundly sensitive to the energies around her. She could feel everything so acutely, and that gift became a part of me.

The Unique Power She Held

As her son, I am in awe of the unique power she held. She carried me within her, nurtured me, and brought me into this world. No achievement of mine can compare to the miracle of creation she performed. Sometimes, I sense that men—myself included—strive to leave a mark on the world in ways that echo the creative force of motherhood, but nothing truly matches the ability to bring life into the world and nurture it with unconditional love.

Beyond Birth: The True Journey

I once thought my birth was the most significant moment in our story, but I now know it was only the beginning. My mother’s real work began the day I was born. She took on the challenge of guiding me from a raw, untamed being into a compassionate, thoughtful human. Every lesson she taught, every value she instilled, and every sacrifice she made was a step in my transformation. Her patience and dedication were the quiet forces that shaped my life.

The Sacrifices I Never Saw

What strikes me most now are the sacrifices I never noticed as a child. Motherhood, I’ve learned, is a series of sacrifices—most of which went unseen. There were sleepless nights, dreams put on hold, and countless moments where she put my needs above her own. Yet, she never made me feel like a burden. Instead, she gave with a smile, finding joy in my happiness and growth. Now, as I reflect, I realize that no sacrifice was ever too great for her when it came to my well-being.

Her Spiritual Legacy—And My Own Path

My mother’s spiritual curiosity shaped my own path. She was always drawn to the mystical and the unknown, but it was I who dove deeply into the Hindu scriptures—the Bhagavad Gita, the Mahabharata, the Ramayana, the Upanishads—and so many spiritual books. All of this, I did because of her. She was the inspiration, the spark that set me on this journey, even though she herself did not walk this path as deeply. Her openness and sensitivity encouraged me to seek my own truths, to explore the spiritual and philosophical depths that have made me who I am today.

The Bond of Respect: When a Mother Calls Her Son “Guru”

One of the greatest blessings of my life was the unique bond I shared with my mother. Many times, she called me her “guru.” She would say that I guided her, that I was the one who directed her path. She listened to my advice with genuine respect and often made important decisions based on my counsel. To have my mother see me in this light—to be her guide as she was mine—was a privilege beyond words. I am forever grateful for the trust she placed in me, and for the rare and beautiful relationship we shared.

The Weight of Loss and the Light of Pride

Now that she is gone, my heart feels heavy with longing. I miss her deeply—her presence, her courage, her boundless care. Yet, I am also filled with pride. She was a remarkable woman, unafraid to walk her own path and to love fiercely. Everything I am today is a testament to her love, her resilience, and her artistry as a mother.

A Prayer for the Future

As I reflect on my journey, I cannot help but pray that everyone is blessed to be born to such a mother. Having a great parent is truly a thing of the past—such mothers are very rare and almost unseen nowadays. If only more children could experience the kind of love, wisdom, and selfless care that I received, the world would be a much kinder and more compassionate place.

Conclusion

Today, I see my mother as the true sculptor of my life and the guardian of my future. Her work may have gone unnoticed by the world, but it is the foundation upon which all my achievements rest. Through her love, spiritual wisdom, and fearless heart, she showed me the true meaning of creation. If there is any greatness in me, it is because of the greatest creator I know—my mother.

This is my tribute to her, and to all mothers who quietly, powerfully, and selflessly shape the world—one child at a time.

With love, grace and peace,

Vickram (Vicky) Aadityaa

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