Originally posted by: Viswasruti
Here is a tribute to Maa Yashoda on this Mother's Day.
Krishna's mother Yashoda -- A walking Miracle!!
Everyone in Nandgoan started loving Krishna the moment he was landed in the lap of Yashoda, who loved her kid deeply. Even when he was just an infant, it was all about the beautiful child that she had! But he grew too rapidly, shown many miracles from his infancy! His growth was phenomenal! No mother can adjust her motherhood to that kind of growth, so her motherhood disappeared somewhere by the time he was five or six. After that, she could not really be his mother, she adjusted herself as his devotee I feel, watched him with awe from the moment he has shown her the universe in his tiny mouth! She just loved him.
I can imagine him like, many times, he must be standing right across the river in Mathura, but he did not go back to Vrindavan because they had seen him as an absolutely carefree cowherd boy and he did not want to destroy their dream. After reaching Mathura, the kid lover transformed himself as a royal prince, was so different from the carefree dancer and flute player as far as he was in Brindavan. Now that he had the role of bringing dharma to the world, he had to do many things that would have left them heartbroken, had they seen him like that. They were happy and fine the way they were, he thought! So he stopped himself from going back to visit his childhood parents and friends. ---
But the Brindavan and the milkmaids never distanced themselves from the thoughts of their Kanha, they made songs and poems about His childhood deeds and started singing those every morning while churning the curd!----
On that morning when Radha peeped into Yashoda's house, she saw her singing a song for her Kanha, describing him eating freshly made butter sitting in front of her. She was dressed in a maroon-yellow sari with a golden band around her waist. As she was pulling the churning rope, her bangles and earrings were moving and vibrating rhythmically. Because of her intense love for him, the melody was flowing from her sweet voice. Her face was wet with perspiration, and a few Bakula flowers had fallen from her hair, looking like stars fallen on the ground from the sky.
Every day, while churning curds, she remembered Krishna's activities as a child, and in her own way, she revealed in singing his lovely deeds as songs to herself. She was singing one such song on that day when Radha visited her.
"Oh Krishna, show me your baby lion-like elegant walk once! Oh Madhava, run, run and bring that fresh butter pot to eat.
Oh Krishna, show your face once to your mother. Wait for a while Krishna, let me tuck that peacock feather into your headband once again!
Oh, Krishna, Your tender feet ache because you walked so much. Don't make your hands dirty wiping your mouth smeared with butter. You are the jewel of the earth while dancing with your tinkling anklets on.
The whole world is fascinated by your presence, Maa Yashoda is blessed, her desires are fulfilled.
With no intention of disturbing her, Radha sat there soaking in that song. Those dulcet tunes created a wordless melody in her heart.
Radha looked at the horizon, she saw a light coalescing the earth and the sky.
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