Unbreakable bonds: A child’s heartfelt tale of a mother’s intuitive love

The other day, my mother was showing me a news clip telling how cortisol is something that helps develop bonding between a mother and a child. Honestly, I could not even pronounce or spell that right, which is why I was even aware of what it actually does.  Currently, I am just 8 years old,  and all that I know is I love my mother and she loves me more. 

I love hearing stories of my birth as my mother tells me how I was given to her cheek to cheek and she still remembers that warmth she felt. I insist her to do the same every time and she barely denies it. 

Being the youngest in the family, I get love and pampering from everyone and they all laugh and play with me. But it’s my mother who always has the magic of catching all my lies. I would like to narrate a small incident. 

Like every day, I was coming back from the colony park by cycle. Reaching towards the main road, I didn’t see and there was a car right in front of me that had come from the other side. I fell on impact with the car, all trembling but I was not hurt. I was just shivering out of fear. I didn’t know what to do and immediately rushed back home. The fear made me make a decision- to hide what had just happened. 

Quite like my normal schedule, I entered the house, washed my hands and face, and asked for some snacks. My brother asked me to play video games with him but I refused. My father too offered me to make a milkshake for me but I didn’t want to. Meanwhile, my mother called me from inside the room. As I went there, she was staring at me and asked the dreadful question, “Is something wrong? What happened?” I had no choice but to burst into tears. I hugged her tightly and started saying sorry. She wasn’t angry. She consoled me at first, asked me to calm down and that everything was alright and the bad moment had passed. 

I was just wondering are all those quotations true that we read in books about mothers? Are mothers really god-sent angels for children? She understands her children best. She knows what’s best for them. Just like right now. She knew how to make me feel better. I felt like there was some bond that told her something had gone wrong. A bond that also made me feel safe and loved in her arms. 

I love the way she loves me and cares for me. Like no one else. I want to take care of her when she grows up the same way she does now. She is my friend, my teacher, and my best mother.