Moms are those super-strength entities that are always stupendously overlooked.
Mom, Amma, Mummy, Ma, Madre, Ayi, and the list goes on in fifty languages, yet the spirit remains the same.
Some lucky children still have her in their lives & for others, she resides in heaven, the angels singing the praises as they remember her screams at childbirth, loss, and selflessness for others.
The world is a pitiful place where the role of moms & dads bifurcates deeply, I wonder how a man would feel if he wore her shoes for just one day.
Will he realize that her emotional, mental & physical health is quintessential?
Will he realize that asking her to move on, denying her love & admiration, and sabotaging her dreams is a shame, a sin in itself?
Will the world identify that a mother emotionally shakes like a leaf when she holds her baby?
Isn’t the acceptance of her partner’s personality a sincere act of courage?
If a son is pride, then the daughter is her best friend, a mini version she vows to nurture & shield.
Her unwavering spirit to forgive and forget; forges the family bonds together.
My soul reiterates that even the almighty in heaven craves a mother’s hug because, without her, his life will truly be lonesome & unloved.
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