Moms are those super-strength entities that are always stupendously overlooked.
Mom, Amma, Mummy, Ma, Madre, Aayi, Eomma—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 her praises as they remember her screams at childbirth, her loss, and her selflessness for others.
The world is a pitiful place where the roles of moms & dads are deeply bifurcated; 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 are 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 accept that a mother emotionally shakes like a leaf when she holds her baby?
Isn’t her sacrifice for a partner and his family an act of sincere courage & caregiving?
If a son is her pride, then the daughter is her best friend, a mini version she vows to nurture & shield.
Her unwavering spirit to forgive and forget glues the family together.
My soul reiterates that even the almighty in heaven wishes for a mom.