A Mother’s Day Dream

Mother’s Day this year felt quieter for me.

It has been almost a year and four months since my mom passed on and strangely enough, until recently, I had never dreamt of her.

Then, on Mother’s Day, she appeared.

It wasn’t a dramatic dream. There were no long conversations or emotional moments. I only saw a glimpse of her…wearing saree, quietly sweeping the floor.

Simple. Familiar. Ordinary.

And somehow, that made it even more emotional.

I remember waking up that morning still holding the dream clearly in my mind, almost surprised that she had come to me on Mother’s Day of all days.

Perhaps she had already been resting quietly in my thoughts before I fell asleep.

I remembered another small moment too. Back in 2024, I gave her a flower for Mother’s Day. Her immediate response was exactly what I would expect from her:

“Why waste money?”

I laughed then… because that was so much like her; practical, simple, never wanting unnecessary spending. And yet, she kept the flower.

That memory feels especially tender to me now.

Sometimes, after someone is gone, it isn’t the grand moments we miss most. It’s the ordinary things. Their voice. Their habits. Their familiar reactions. The small ways they moved through daily life.

Maybe that is why the dream stayed with me so deeply.

Not because it felt extraordinary.

But because, for a brief moment, it felt like something familiar had quietly returned.

Happy Mother’s Day! (I know it’s a little late but I hope mother’s here had wonderful moments with your loved ones!) ❤️💐❤️