God cannot be everywhere so he sent Moms on earth. My mom is everything to me. I can't even imagine my life without her. She is the one who has made me what I am today. She knows everything about me. She knows how to handle me when I am sad, angry and frustrated. She has been my protector, my teacher & my secret keeper. She is my go to person for anything and everything. It is not possible for me to appreciate all of her roles in one post. Hence I am going to talk about Mom the protector in this post.
I used to be a notorious child in school. I always used to do masti with my friends in on going periods. I used to bully and tease them in the periods. Some teachers tolerated that graciously while some didn't. There was one teacher who didn't even liked my face. In first standard she was my class teacher and was strict as hell. She used to beat me like anything if I do something during her period. As she was the class teacher so all the other teachers used to complain her only. In short I was like a punching bag to her. One day she came frustrated from home in the morning and was checking our homeworks and all. I was talking to my friends until my number was called. My number came and I showed my notebook to her.
She saw my notebook and my writing was not good. There she got the reason to beat me. She started slapping on my face while talking something. She didn't see anything she was just slapping me. Another teacher came at that time and she complained her about me. My cheeks turned red and I started crying but that complain allowed her to beat me more. I hid my face to stop her but she didn't stop. At the end blood came out my nose due to her slaps and that bleeding finally stopped her from slapping me. I was sent home due to bleeding. I went home crying and told mom I won't go to school from tomorrow. I was so scared from her. I saw a monster in her that day. My mother took me back to school within half an hour and fought with the principal. She stood by me like a rock. She told the principal that "you treat children like this? He is just seven years old and look how you teacher has beaten him. I want transfer certificate now. My child is in danger at your school."
Principal calmed my mother down and assured my safety at school. The impact of my mother was such that principal changed my class teacher and she was alloted other subjects to teach. 7 years later in 8th standard she became my sanskrit teacher. At that time she didn't remember anyone in the class but me. In 8th standard I was quiet in her class for eight months but then one day she caught me talking during her period. At that time she didn't beat me but she called my parents. My mother was dying to meet her as she didn't get the chance to meet her when I was in first standard. Thus my mom and dad both came to school to meet her.
"This guy hasn't changed at all in last 7 years. He is still that mischievous and under performer as he was in first standard." That sanskrit teacher told to my parents pointing at me. My mom was listening to her calmly.
"I was listening to you silently till now because there is a mistake of my son and I think he has already apologised to you for that. You are talking about my son. Have you changed yourself in last 7 years? You know really well how treated him 7 years back. He was just 7 year old kid at that stage. You talk about his under performance na? Have you seen his results? He has scored more than 80% marks in all the exams of your subject. If this is under performance then what you call a performance? 100% result?" My mom said it to that sasnkrit teacher in very quiet manner. She had no replies to it and meeting ended. I was smiling.
There is one thing about moms that they can not listen anything against their children. That instance assured me that my mom will always be there in my proctection.
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