Today I found it hard to pick that one thing I was grateful for, that I would like to write about. I spent the day among friends and family with abundance of love and food. As I reflect on my day, I am thankful for a number of things.
I came home and "Bigg Boss" an Indian reality TV show was on. The participants were having fun and singing hindi songs, when one girl paused and so soulfully sang a classic Punjabi song. Everyone was dumbstruck and awe-inspired by the punjabi tone, words and depth in poetry. Thats when it made me realize how fortunate I am to understand and speak this beautiful language. The Punjabi language seems to have such depth and soul to its words, that in my opinion, no other language besides Urdu can come close when it comes to its linguistic strength and depth.
A lot of young people don't understand and value the beauty of our mother language, and its very unfortunate that they will never understand the sentiments and emotions behind it. I am so grateful for being able to understand and feel the deeper meanings in Punjabi. It is such a beautiful language and am thankful to my parents for taking us to India, so that we can connect with our roots and make Punjabi our mother language.
I begin the first day of my gratitude challenge by being grateful for my mom's cooking. Today while I was doing the dishes, mom was teasing me about how I am finally learning to be domesticated since I will be married pretty soon and will need to learn to cook and do the household chores.
"No more mom's home cooked indian food after marriage for you, get ready for some healthy salads and sandwiches" she joked. Thats when I realized, I am almost thirty years old now, and this angel in my life cooked fresh home made food for me, three times a day for every day of my life. Be it early in the morning before I had to go to school, packing my lunch with spicy indian food for four days while I worked up in Fort Mac, meeting my picky dietary demands even when she was sick, through tough times and happy times, from waking up in the middle of the night to cook me something fresh, to making me tea four times a day, she has done it all; without any complaints. And I love how she prays every time she cooks, she says she wants the love and positivity to infuse into the food. Now I understand why so people absolutely devour her food.
My coworkers at work would always make fun of me for being spoilt because my mom cooked four days worth of lunches for me. "Yes I am so spoilt and so loved and so blessed". As I closed my eyes and felt the gratitude, I just became teary, remembering the sacrifice my mom has made which I cannot type but only feel. Perhaps I feel that because I don't think I could ever do what she has done or repay her in any shape or form. I don't even thank her enough or tell her I love her.
My intention of starting this journey is to have gratitude in my spirit every moment of the day. Everyday there is something we can be thankful for, and its these emotional tears that just help me realize how blessed I am. Thank you mom. I really really love you.
PS: I know you said you want to retire from the kitchen after January 22nd, but trust me, you will be touching so many more lives through the special love you put in by feeding people. And by more lives, I do not mean future grandkids. Hmm, but then again that won't be a bad idea.