A Language of Noticing

Back in the 90s, our mothers rarely said, “I love you”…
Yet somehow, we felt it everywhere.

Love was never expressed in words.

It was in the extra spoon of ghee quietly added to your dal before serving.
It was in the one extra gulab jamun appearing on your plate while others were still counting pieces.

She would silently place a bowl of your favorite namkeen or cut fruits near your study table during evening study hours…
without ever asking whether you were hungry.

It was in the mango slices kept separately because “you liked the softer ones.”

Those were the invisible acts of care we never truly noticed back then.

She would stand near the door after you left for school or college…
not really to wave goodbye…
but to make sure you didn’t forget your tiffin or water bottle on the dining table.

She knew which vegetable you hated.
Which shirt was your “lucky shirt” before exams.
Which silence meant you needed space… and which one meant you needed someone to talk to.

That generation of mothers mastered a language that had no grammar.

A language of noticing.

And maybe that is what motherhood truly was —
the art of paying attention to tiny details nobody else saw.

Today, life is faster.
Homes are more modern.
Children are becoming more “independent.”

And somewhere in this transition, the small fillers of life quietly disappeared.

The few free minutes in the kitchen… replaced by Instagram reels.
The waiting near the door… replaced by scrolling.
The silent observation of children… replaced by screen notifications.

And slowly, without realizing it,
love started becoming scheduled instead of simply being felt.

Of course, every generation has its own struggles.

This is not about blaming today’s mothers.
Modern life itself has become noisy, distracted, and exhausting.

But sometimes I wonder…

Will our children someday miss the small unnoticed gestures the way we miss ours?

Because when you grow older,
you rarely remember the expensive gifts.

You remember:

“Did you eat?”
The surprise bowl of snacks near your books.
“Your tiffin is on the table.”
And that extra spoon of ghee.

Happy Mother’s Day
to the generation of mothers who expressed love through details so small…
that we understood their value only after growing up.

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