A Mother’s Love is too hard to describe, but I’ll try (199)
Welcome to another episode of TOMCAST, A mothers love is too hard to describe, but I’ll try.
When I think of the way the world is often described as ‘Mother Nature’ or a place of one’s origin as ‘Motherland’, these are terms of endearment and deep felt emotion of respect and belonging.
It was Abraham Lincoln who honoured his own mother, saying “All that I am or hope to be, I owe to my angel mother”
I’m confident most mothers struggle to feel the significant impact they have in their family, often not until they are too old to appreciate their contribution.
My mother went to the grave thankful for all God gave her describing her life to a rose 🌹. “My whole life has been difficult, like a long stem rose filled with thorns, but in the end God gave me the rose” ~ Sofia Smilovitis
In the last few years of mum’s life when she felt she had very little to contribute, her children surrounded her with the same love and care she had invested in them.
I can’t possibly imagine some of the difficulties she endured trying to raise a family. Mum never made me feel like I was a burden to her. As I got older, mum acknowledges the miracle of her tears been replaced with joy, but it came at a great cost.
She went on to say “Imagine it being so cold and we were so poor with very little means of heat in our small one room flat. I dried your nappies on my chest because that’s the only way I thought possible to make sure you were taken care of”
Mum would tell me story after story of the sacrifice it took, yet it was worth it all.
Today, being Mother’s Day, my wife and I went to my mother’s grave site to give her homage. As we drove in the graveyard it was filled with individuals and families paying their respects to mothers that are resting in peace.
Motherhood is a painful experience. I’ve watched my mother struggle her whole life with her self worth long after her children had left home. I also watch my wife and mother of our children who have left home many years ago struggle the same tragic torment of self worth.
Motherhood in all its beauty, sacrifice and devotion has a hidden volt of bitter sweet decisions few understand.
I for one don’t understand, but I am a recipient of a mother’s love and I know what it’s like to feel loved unconditionally.
For this I am grateful.
To every mother that feels misunderstood, happy Mother’s Day.