{"id":317,"date":"2020-05-09T23:02:38","date_gmt":"2020-05-09T23:02:38","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/grow.refrens.com\/?p=317"},"modified":"2026-01-03T11:02:22","modified_gmt":"2026-01-03T11:02:22","slug":"letter-from-a-freelancer-to-his-mother","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/letter-from-a-freelancer-to-his-mother\/","title":{"rendered":"Letter From A Freelancer To His Mother"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>Ma,<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I don\u2019t remember when I last wrote to you. Infact, I don\u2019t even remember when I had a good 2 hour chat with you. And did I ever take you out for Lunch? Only you and me? I guess never.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>I chose this mother\u2019s day to pen this small letter of gratitude to you. I remember how you used to pick and drop us from school, teach us, take us to cycling to the neighborhood garden. I remember how the school teachers used to complain about my constant blah blah to you. I remember the day when you sent me to hostel and how you controlled your tears. I remember your words when I informed you that I got campus placement, \u201cGo achieve your dreams\u201d, you told me. I remember how elated you were when I got my first salary.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>You were so happy with my job, more than I was. I was doing well, growing well. But Ma, I was not able to follow what you said \u201cGo achieve your dreams!\u201d. I felt the job was not my craft. I wanted to write and not code. I didn\u2019t know what to choose. To take away your happiness or to achieve my dreams.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>And then the day came, I gathered courage to tell you that I want to quit this job and I want to write. You were furious initially. You thought I had lost my mind. Your anger dropped and I tried to explain to you. That I want to write on my own wish, for my own good, for my own freedom,I wanted to be self-employed, I just wanted to do what I love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>They say, no one understands you like your mother does. I had only heard of this till then, but that day, I lived this. You understood me, you not only held my hand (once again) but also my heart and said, \u201cGo achieve your dreams!\u201d.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Since then, I am happy. I am living my dream life.I know there are uncertainties every day, some day about the flow of work, some day about payments, but I guess I am managing . And I guess you are managing too, when people ask what your son does? How much does he earn?<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>As a freelancer, I have to make hard choices (To rent a office or to save money and work from home, to choose this client or wait for a better one). As a mother you had to take harder decisions, make numerous sacrifices. I think I learned it from you. Maybe, I am still learning.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When I wanted to walk, you held my hand.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When I wanted to read, you gave me the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When I wanted to experience life, you let me go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When I made mistakes, you told me these are learning milestones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p class=\"has-text-align-center\">When I wanted to fly, you gave me the wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Ma, whatever I am today, is because of you. I am because you are.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Happy Mother\u2019s day!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>Love!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Ma, I don\u2019t remember when I last wrote to you. Infact, I don\u2019t even remember when I had a good 2 hour chat with you. And did I ever take you out for Lunch? Only you and me? I guess never. I chose this mother\u2019s day to pen this small letter of gratitude to you. &hellip;<\/p>\n<p class=\"read-more\"> <a class=\"\" href=\"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/letter-from-a-freelancer-to-his-mother\/\"> <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Letter From A Freelancer To His Mother<\/span> Read More &raquo;<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":5862,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"default","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","spay_email":""},"categories":[40],"tags":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-content\/uploads\/2020\/05\/Featured-Images-26.png","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=317"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":27630,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/317\/revisions\/27630"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/5862"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.refrens.com\/grow\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}