Mother’s Day


“No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star.”

-Edwin Hubbell Chapin

From the moment we are born we bring with us in this world the entity of a mother. Our mothers who are there to protect us when we are babies. To ensure our very basic needs for survival when we are still trying to walk, talk, eat and well basically all the rudimentary functions that we are capable of today. They nurture us through our infancy, encourage our first steps as toddlers, answer our questions during the age of un ending curiosity about everything in our surrounding, guide us in the pre-teens and bears us through those teenage years of puberty, rebelliousness and a host of other things. And support us till we reach the point of standing on our own feet, all ready to go deal with the world, hoping that all she could do to prepare you for it was enough. She is most definitely our first friend, our first playmate. In most cases (most probably at some level all but I am not an expert in human psyche or behavior) she is first person that we consciously connect with. She is there for us from the moment we open our eyes. She is our confidant, mentor and biggest fan and supporter. She worries for you and for your worries. Your happiness is her happiness. Your concerns are hers. Your success is her success and so on and so forth. She jumps with joy at your first step and gleams proudly as you graduate.

Mothers will always be our endless pool of love, the person who will do anything to see their child’s happiness. They will love you more than anything in the world. We will always remain a part of her. She can tell from the very slightest of looks whether her child is happy or sad. Sometimes even a look is not required. The bond between a mother and her child is one of the strongest and longest bonds that will exist in this world.

“Your mother is possibly the best friend you will ever have. She loves you when you love her back, she loves you when you don’t. She loves you when you cry and when you laugh. She loves you when you are wrong and when you are right. She loves you because you are her child, forever and a day. If you want to catch a glimpse of what the love of God looks like, look at your mother.”

Ryan Crowe

Her dreams change into your dreams or dreams of her children’s happiness, success and everything good. Here’s to all the mother’s out there.

13th of May, 2012 will be Mother’s Day. A day celebrated world wide (different countries have different traditions and dates) for honoring mothers. It is a symbolic tribute for all the love, sacrifice and everything that a mother is.

Mother’s Day is a celebration honoring mothers and celebrating motherhood, maternal bonds and the influence of mothers in society. It is celebrated on various days in many parts of the world, most commonly in March, April, or May. It complements Father’s Day, the celebration honoring fathers.

Celebrations of mothers and motherhood occur throughout the world; many of these can be traced back to ancient festivals, like the Greek cult to Cybele, the Roman festival of Hilaria or the Christian Mothering Sunday celebration. However, the modern holiday is a US modern invention and it is not related to these celebrations

-Wikipedia

Mother’s day is that one special day that globally is meant to pay tribute to our everyday heroes – our mothers. At some level thou I think every day should be mother’s day.

Let’s make the 13th a special one for our mothers. Happy mother’s day to my mom and to all the others out there. Thank you for everything.

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Author: Sammy Wiseguy

Marketer, blogger, reader, Arsenal fan, frequently emotionally wounded cricket fan

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