We don’t celebrate Mother’s Day in Bhutan. But 160 countries do. And 79 of them celebrate it today, the second Sunday of May.
I think we should celebrate Mother’s Day too. Like the rest of the world, we should dedicate a day to thank our mothers for their love and affection, and to acknowledge them for the huge influence they’ve had on our lives.
Bringing up children is a difficult job at the best of times. But my mother raised six of us – all boys! She did so single-handedly. And she did so on a shoestring. That meant that she had to work hard, and she had to work continuously – she would feed us and clean us; she would tend to the cows, chickens and the occasional pig; she would work in her garden growing all sorts of vegetables and fruit; and she would take care of an unending throng of guests.
But in spite of all her work, she always seemed to have time to tell us stories. And most of the time, she told her wonderful stories while she wove for the family. Yes, she made our clothes too! She knitted our caps and socks, and scarves and pullovers. And she wove our ghos, every single one of them. But that’s not all: for several years she wove tsug-thrus, heavy but warm and furry blankets, till each and every one of us had our very own comforter.
For all that, and much more, six men got together to say, “thank you Ama!”