I know a little girl who doesn’t like mother’s day. I think her world is cruel to force her to celebrate it when she clearly does not want to.
At school, she was forced to make a card for mother’s day. She didn’t want to.
She thought: if her friends wanted to make cards for their mothers, they can go ahead.
But can they leave her alone?
Oh yes, for weeks the TV and papers were going on and on about Mother’s Day.
As if there’s nothing else to celebrate. Over the years, she has gotten used to it. It does not upset her anymore.
She took the piece of paper and started to draw.
“Happy Grandma Day” she wrote, in her ten year old writing. She colored the words in red.
Her grandma is old so she may not read well. She had to bold the letters to make it more clear.
Then she drew little flowers and butterflies, and even a little cake topped with ten little candles.
Because she knows her grandma likes flowers. She often tends to her little garden, talk to her orchids and water her plants.
And while she was thinking all these and making plans about how to give this card to her grandma, her teacher snatch the card from her and screamed:
“Are you deaf or what? This is Mother’s Day. It is not Grandma’s Day! Now make a card for your mother!”
The little girl got scared and felt tears sting her eyes. But she refused to show her teacher how frail she was.
Instead she snatch the card back from her teacher and shreded it into pieces.
Then she flung it into the air, and let every piece fall around her like leaves.
Her teacher gave her a tight slap. Ouch!
She was then dragged out of her chair and sent to the Student Detention Class.
She did not mind. She did not care. It was better to be here than to be around people who did not understand how she felt.
How could she make a card for her mother when she did not know the woman?
She doesn’t remember how she looked like nor does she know her name.
She put that thought aside, and her grandma’s face came into sight.
She smiled. And wondered if her grandma had cooked her favourite meal.
Note: I know today is Mother’s Day. I wish all my friends who are mothers, a Happy Mother’s day. Today, however, I’d like to remember those who do not fancy celebrating Mother’s Day because they find no meaning in it. I know, it’s sad. But that’s the reality. We need to be sensitive to such people – those who do not have mothers and those whose mothers have left them, for some reason or another. For these people, my heart goes out to you.
Many a time, society’s thoughts flow on a one way street. We forget, not everyone is as lucky as us. Or as fortunate.
I know many teachers are not sensitive. The incident of that little girl actually happenned and it makes me sad to think that these are educators, and if they can’t accept one who is different, how can they educate our kids?
In my family, there is such a little girl, who find it hard to celebrate Mother’s Day. We try to tell her that she has a grandma and a godmother who loves her very much. And that, she is just as special as anybody else.