Appa is now my amma as well.

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Appa is now my amma as well.

This is an appa’s appreciation blog.

Post amma’s demise, I longed for my mother’s presence, not having realised, what a solid support my father has been offering me.

Appa’s love language is never loud and clear, I don’t remember  we having any sort of physical touch. He isn’t expressive. But, In retrospection,  I see that he is the embodiment of love. In all the little and big things he did for me, I have propelled  forward.  Appa is now my amma as well.

Post childbirth, he helps me run the family whenever he comes to Bengaluru. I would be so lost in void if not for his contribution. When appa comes to Bengaluru,  he does the following things:

1.               He completely takes care of  Thulir, bathes her, feeds her, changes her diaper, takes her for a stroll, engages her with no trace of grumblings.  

2.               He folds clothes, dries them and help me arrange the shelves.

3.       Buys me things, goes on errands.

4.       Fixes the long pending negligent stuff at home such as, fixing a pressure cooker.

5.       Chops vegetables and helps me in meal prepping.

6.       When appa is at Bangalore, I go on solo dates and take real long time to bath and roam around. He gives me space and free time.

7.       When Thulir wakes up, he caters to her needs so that I sleep for long hours, undisturbed.

8.       He will ask for my favorites and cook those diligently. He will make batches of Jamun, murukku, kumayaam and lot more. 

9.       He buys me snacks unannounced.

10.  He will remind me to eat, sometimes feed me as well,

                          and lot more.  

 



 These can easily be yet other things that parents do for their grown up children, still it doesn’t stop being special. I cherish each of the little and big things he meticulously crafts for me.  What he has done for me and my sister’s upbringing is humongous.  

I still see people criticizing him for their own insecurities, and he  wishes them best and pretends ignorance. His indifferent way of retaliation is very difficult for me to learn. His greatness is sky high. I will always look out for him. I aspire to celebrate his presence and be grateful for the way he has brought us (me and my sister) up. 

I hope to tell appa, that i love him dearly with all my flaws and insecurities and haven't forgotten the pain and humiliation he withstood to get me here. Nothing has gone unnoticed appa. I will tell you all that is left unsaid. 

  

   

Comments

  1. AnonymousDecember 2, 2024 at 9:50 PM

    Very impressive... deserves all dad's..even I lost my dad..if he's alive definitely he would do all these

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  2. AnonymousDecember 3, 2024 at 4:03 AM

    It's really heart touching message janu. Really you are very lucky to have your father as mother as well.

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  3. DADs CommitteeDecember 3, 2024 at 9:49 AM

    A beautiful tribute to your father! Your love, gratitude, and admiration shine through every word. He must be so proud to have raised such a thoughtful and appreciative child. Cherish and celebrate him always!

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  4. MadhanDecember 3, 2024 at 9:51 AM

    Reading this really made me reflect on how much dads do, even when no one notices. My own father, just like yours, stepped up in ways that still blow my mind. Growing up, I didn’t realise how much he quietly held everything together—through the tough times, the unspoken sacrifices, and the little things he did for the family.

    Now, as I raise my own son, I find myself doing many of the things I once thought were 'just normal'—like checking diapers, trying to remember all the things my wife needs me to do, and handling the daily grind. I realise that I’ve learned more from my dad’s silent strength than I ever imagined. It’s like being handed the family playbook, and I'm trying to follow it without missing a page.

    I guess what I’m saying is, dads are the unsung heroes, whether they’re dealing with kids, working hard, or just keeping everything running smoothly behind the scenes. So here’s to all the fathers, including ours, who set the bar high without making a big fuss about it. I’m just trying to live up to that legacy—and maybe get the diaper fit right while I’m at it!

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