Zareh Zurabyan celebrates his mother every day.
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Our mothers don’t become mothers as soon as they give birth to us – and some never become mothers even though they qualify as such biologically, but most become mothers as soon as they learn about family from an early age. From the games as little children of pairing mama animal to baby animal—our mothers start cultivating that energy.
We do not realize the level of commitment females have for motherhood. The concept of motherhood is always in their subconscious forming their character. From the thoughts of what kind of mother they will be when they grow up, the games they play with toys, to actually planning the pregnancy and mentally being engulfed in those thoughts, (or maybe by accident,) to actually making love with the thought of creating life, to having us in their body for nine months, consciously living a healthy lifestyle and being completely selfless, developing a very extraordinary connection to us, to giving an extremely painful birth to bring us into this world suggests only one thing—every day is a Mother’s Day.
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We owe everything to our mothers.
She is my mother. She taught me how to take my first steps and how to walk. She taught me how to take the first steps in anything that I do. She taught me how to start a project and how to finish it, she instilled that work ethic in me that takes me to my success now. From sitting with me and making sure I do my homework, finish my meal, or pushing me to take the first step to doing something that I was too lazy or too scared to do.
Just like we take our first step of walking, it becomes a commitment to stay standing—to take the first step in any endeavor, mothers teach us to follow through and stay standing no matter how tough the road gets.
We owe everything to our mothers.
She is my doctor. She taught me how to take care of my health, physically or mentally. When to put ice, when to put heat, when to drink tea with lemon and honey, when to hydrate.
Moms teach when to rest and respect our body, (not that we ever listen) and to be okay with rest since we are so caught up in the race of life.
We owe everything to our mothers.
She is my cook. From giving me the milk that Mother Nature (ironically) gave her to feed me and having that connection, to feeding me every day till I was on my own.
She makes us her priority by always making sure that we have food in our stomachs – doesn’t matter how tough it might be. From taking food off of their plate to feed us when we were struggling to when we’re completely full, mothers forcing food into our throats. Never say no, because there’s nothing like mothers cooking.
We owe everything to our mothers.
She is my accountant, lawyer, and manager. She taught me how to spend my money, not that I listened, but now it makes sense. She got me out of trouble when I got into fights at school, just like a lawyer would. She helped me channel my energy to the right directions by taking me to the right after school activities like a manager would manage an artist to go to the right venues.
From music, sports, and hobbies—our mothers build our characters. They don’t have to, but they do, and they’re a very focal point of who we are now as adults.
We owe everything to our mothers.
She is my teacher. She taught me to draw and differentiate shapes and colors. She taught me my mother language, ironically. She taught me how to count, how to add apples to apples. She taught me the importance of neat writing, and properly expressing myself in different settings. She taught me how to behave with guests, how to welcome guests into our home, and how to part ways. She taught me how to respect, especially my elders, she taught me how to love unconditionally. With the lowest of my lows, she still loves us like she loved us in her thoughts as a child.
When we were not good sons and daughters, she kept her trust in us and loved us like she loved us when we were a size of a pineapple sucking on her tit. When we were bad brothers and sisters to our siblings she still loved us like she did when we got good grades in school and made her proud.
Come to think of it, so much of what we do now is to make our mothers proud. All the awards, medals and letters of recommendations were just to make her happy, we always had rather been running around in the streets with our friends with no commitment to aid the society with our presence.
To Mama:
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Zareh’s new book Letters to You is available as an eBook and in Hardcover.
This book is a collection of poetic letters from different characters to different characters, completely unrelated to one another, however, the underlying theme that dwells throughout the whole book – creates a deeper connection through all of them. Each letter portrays a perspective on life through different characters, and with each turn of the page, you get to see different shades of global reality in all kinds of human relationships. The book is carefully designed and each letter has a specific photograph with abstract symbolism to the emotions/message to that particular letter. This book is a great roller-coaster of emotions, introspection, and perspectives which will challenge the reader to engage in deep exploration of all of their emotions.
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