Monday 23 May 2016

My Boy's mother - Supriya Bhonsle

On Mother’s day I couldn’t help but think of my boy’s mother. My boy was just a 3 month puppy when I adopted him. He was tame less then.  As soon he entered his new home, he just ran helter skelter. He dug on the beds and floor and bit into our furniture. A wild puppy, so as to say an unscrupulous guy. He bit us hard all over our hands and ran to bite every guest who visited us. He wouldn’t allow a guest to sit on any sofa or chair. He jumped to occupy it before they could. They had to stand. Such a mischievous brat. Undoubtedly he was a good looking puppy and now is very handsome.
                                                    I wondered how his biological mother must be like. Even passers by asked about his lineage. I didn't have any inkling about his past, but as I slowly got to know him, I realized how good his genes must be.  He must be the son of a most beautiful and intelligent mother. A most loving and courteous female retriever.  As he grew in our home, he showed so explicitly his almost human qualities. His understanding at the age of four to five months that he shouldn't dirty the home with his pee or potty or even his pukes. In just a month of coming home he realized how hard it could be for me to clean after him all the while.  He would try his very best to do it outside. Zorro jumping all over us to lick us when we returned from our work. His telling us not to fight with each other by barking. His licking us if he felt we are upset or hurt. His understanding if we aren’t ready to play with him due to pressures. All this showed his unconditional love and caring for each one of us in the family.
                                                             My boy’s mother is privileged to have given birth to him and unfortunate not to have him with her for long. She doesn't know his whereabouts. She doesn't know who took him away from her so suddenly. I would have loved to meet her and tell her that her son is safe. He changed houses, but is finally home.  He is taking care of himself and his forever family as well. He is following her principles and looking after his adopted mom. He has grown up from a mischievous puppy into a growling teenager and now is a mature and sober full grown adult. He being very protective of his Labrador sister and his human sisters, he makes us proud parents.
                                                                            Yet I feel environmental heredity and training though important play the second fiddle. .  I firmly feel genes play a major role in shaping ones personality.  I have a first-hand example here. Looking at him, I can imagine her, how she must be. She must be unquestionably well bred. Though she must be far away from him that is a bond which is unshakeable, her beauty and her values imbibed by him will stay with him forever. My boy’s mother is blessed and has blessed me with the most loyal son I could ever have wished for. I wish her on mother’s day by a promise, never to love her son less than she ever would, had she been with him, as from the day he entered my home, her son became my son. The rest is understood. ‘Happy Mother’s Day Zorro’s Mom’