It’s Mother’s Day an annual celebration of a daily routine, unending chores, ever increasing demands, scarcity of time, the bane of every mother.’s life. Often rising early, just a brief moment for herself, before devoting the rest of the time, to her family. On this special day, the role remains the same, but for a small reprieve, maybe .
What is it that drives a mother, to give her life to nurturing ? What is it that makes sacrificing for her children, so easy ? Is it in the DNA or is it in the order of life ? From the moment her baby is born, she swears undying love, a love she feels almost like a pain. From its first cry, she makes a covenant, to love and protect, the little one . The urge to nourish and shield her baby, fills her very being .
Her unconditional love, is often tested. The babies grow, into demanding young ones, and before long, they are intolerable adults. Many a time wondering, what possessed her to make the choice of motherhood, especially when overwhelmed by the responsibilities, of protecting a child in this world. Each fall, each grazed knee, their first day at school, the bullying, broken friendships, and loneliness, rejection and heartache, their failures and errors, all she would like to bear, but can only watch in agony, helplessly.
And yet, it is the most sacred relationship, that of a mother and her child. The most divine and blessed by God Himself . There is never a moment, a child is far from the mother’s thoughts. Never can a child stray, without feeling the tug of her cord, a cord that binds them for life. Be it in distress or ecstasy, it is mother’s embrace that offers solace.Even in the face of the strongest temptation, it is the cry of her heart, that saves.
The love of a mother can be likened to that of the Most High. A love that is so pure and vast as the sky above. A love that diminishes not with shortcomings, judges not faults, holds no account of wrongs, punishes not as deserved, but forgiving always, no matter how harsh the deed. As the saying goes, ‘a face that only a mother can love ‘, a love that words can never describe .
Mary, you have so beautifully captured the essence of Motherhood.
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Thank you . The love of a mother for her child, is most sublime and to tarnish that, is the worst possible sin .
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