Chumpongse Anar is Former Principal OTC (Oriental Theological College), Yangli, Tuensang
Every child’s heart holds a precious story entwined with the warm and love of their mother. From the gentle lullabies that led us into dreams to the comforting embrace that wiped away tears, each moment is a sweet melody, composing the symphony of our bond with her. A testimony recounts how I was born on the brink of death but given another chance to live. In that fragile moment, as hope slipped away, my mother held me tightly, offering her final prayer. Alongside my father, she whispered prayers, tears mingling with our hopes. And in that sacred communion, a miracle unfolded, granting me a new beginning, a testament to the power of their faith love and faith.
Growing up in a rural setting, my mother would narrate me with traditional stories every night, weaving a tapestry of heritage and wisdom that shaped my upbringing. She would also share her journey of raising us, recounting experiences of carrying me on her back while fetching water, seamlessly transitioning to managing household chores, and tirelessly working throughout the day to provide for our family’s well-being.
When I first embarked my theological journey at Clark Theological College, my parents accompanied me to my new hostel room, showing their supportive presence and a comforting anchor. In the quiet murmur of settling in, I caught the soft strains of my mother’s prayer, her words an orchestra of love and longing, woven with blessing for the path ahead. In that moment, amidst the emotions of departure and anticipation, her silent tears spoke volumes, echoing the dept of her love and the fervency of my future.
She is a remarkable woman, blessed with a multitude of talents. From weaving mats with bamboo rope to tending to her farm and cultivating vegetables, her hard work knows no bounds. Her generosity extends beyond our family, as she selflessly shares the fruits of her labor with relatives, neighbor and friends alike. She also possesses an exceptional culinary skill, specializing in preparing indigenous delicacies.
I also remember a time when we faced financial difficulties at home due to my father’s retirement from his government job and not receiving a salary. My mother was always there to support my father by running a small business to keep us going. Such was the sacrifice and silent love of her for the family.
Whenever I visit our hometown, she lovingly cooks all my favorite dishes, making sure each bite feels like a warm hug from home. Even today, she continues to extend her nurturing care, offering support to her children and lovingly tending to her grandchildren, a testament to her enduring love and selflessness. I remember her sitting on her bed, tears streaming down her face, as she prayed fervently for each of her children and grandchildren, asking that we grow to love others deeply and remain humble in all that we do. She also possesses a rare quality of effortlessly making numerous friends, each of whom feels her absence keenly even for just a day. She prepares the most delicious meals for my father, bringing him immense joy with every bite. Her unwavering support is the backbone of our family. Making our humble abode a haven of happiness and contentment. Despite life’s simplicity, their love and unity illuminate our home, making it the happiest place on earth.
Her hair, once a symbol of beauty, now lost to the elements. Tears mingle with sweat, their origin indistinguishable, as she toils under both rain and sun. her eyes, once bright with vison now blurred by the sacrifices made for love. She embodies faith, resilience, boldness and encompasses the essence of heroism. In the Saga of my mother’s indomitable love, her strength shines as a beacon of unwavering devotion. On this special day, I want you to know that I deeply cherish the love you have given me.
