WHAT DO YOU CALL YOUR MOM?
It’s fascinating yet exciting that she keeps repeating it to her child – I love you! Whether he listens or not, no one can measure or fathom the amount of love a mother has for her child not even the mother. It is an emotion that can only be felt by a mother.
If she yearns for a child, gets pregnant, goes through morning sickness, nags for a month or more, eats like a thief, has a protruding leg or stomach, sleeps uncomfortably for months with it, then goes through pains to deliver a baby, does that make her a mother?
Then I realized or rather concluded that all women can give birth but not all women can be called mothers. Motherhood is a responsibility, a mantle for only the blessed with conscience from God himself.
A mother is your friend. She understands your smiles and feels your tears. At five she loves you so much, at ten she watches you and keeps an eye on you. She knows the rules. Even when you are fine, she prays for all your steps to be success. She goes extra mile to make you smile.
A woman is the one who abandoned her children without fighting for them or showing them she loves them and wants to fight for them. A woman is the one her children her children cannot tell secret for the fear that it will be heard in the open. But we must always appreciate a mother that has always proven herself. We must remember that someone in heaven must love so much to have given us mothers.
The path of my childhood I will forget neither will I be ashamed of my childhood history. Life offers us so many paths but we learn to choose the right one. My childhood May not been rosy, but my mum was there. We went through the grieves, tears, fears and love together. I dedicate this piece to her. I love her and I’m grateful for all she has done for me. If you know your mother went through it all with you, please don’t neglect her. Honor her and remember to say “thank you” “I love you” That for me is reciprocation.
Let me end this piece with a toast to my mum, because she understands me and gave me understanding. This is a toast to her bravery in taking care of me. And a toast to her grief for me or the tears I may have caused her. They say God is invisible but he does exist. My mother is the face of God to me on earth.
Life is about loving your God, your Parents. You choose your friends but not your family its blood. I know pain, I know heartbreak, I know fame, I know comfort but the best of all is I know my mother. I know the warmth of a mother!
