A mother’s love emerges as a tremendous force which brings purity and everlasting devotion in order to shape our life’s existence. We raise our voices in admiration of mothers because they did more than bear our life – they devoted themselves completely to our development.
In my early years I remembered how the kitchen filled with paratha(“bread Filled with vegetables”) fry aromas as my mother started prayers when the sun not yet showed itself together with her habit of covering me with warmth. She never asked for thanks. My mother loved me through her diverse actions which included watching over me while I was asleep along with her tender smiles and her ability to recall even my minutest forgotten memories.
Every culture assigns mothers the position of sanctity. The Urdu expression “Jannat maa ke qadmon tale hai” signifies eternal worship for maternal love just like Heaven resides at a mother’s feet. The African culture teaches that mothers function as educational institutions which produce nations through their level of education. And in the words of Maya Angelou:
The perfect storm of a hurricane represents the tremendous power of my mother to describe her according to Maya Angelou.
Motherhood is not just biology. It’s presence, patience, sacrifice. Every success tale rests upon this silent warrior which maintains family bonds as well as establishes dreams between generations.
Against usual Mother’s Day traditions we should recognize our mothers by truly seeing them this year. Listen to them. Hug them longer. Give everlasting appreciation to their boundless love and unwavering support.
We honor every maternal figure who exists as birth parents, adoptive guardians, grandmothers or women who serve as mother figures because their presence created each of us.
