Dedicated To All Mothers

A thousand paintings have been done on the mother and child subject in an effort to capture the love between a mother and her child. Probably the most famous is the Madonna and Child (shown here is by Filippo Lippi) depicting Jesus and Mary His mother. Likewise, Michaelangelo’s marble sculpture of Pieta depicts Mary lovingly holding the lifeless body of Jesus from the cross. But paintings or scultures will never come close and words will never completely describe a mother’s unconditional love for her child.

I’ve heard somebody said somewhere that “A mother is she who can take the place of all others but whose place no one else can take”. Very simple words but this saying for me sums up what a mother and motherhood is all about. A mother is a teacher, a doctor, an all-around-help, a cheering squad, a magician, a storyteller, a fan, a role model, a friend, and sometimes, even a father. With all the roles that a mother has to assume, we sometimes forget that she’s also a wife, a daughter, a woman, and an individual. They say that angels in heaven weep whenever a mother cries. I may not know what it’s like to be a mother, not yet a mother myself (maybe God wants me to perfect the roles I mentioned above), but I think I can believe that. Even angels weep when a mother’s heart gets broken.

Today I would like to say Happy Mothers’ Day to my mother, who’s been all the characters mentioned and even more.

Happy mothers’ day too to my mother-in-law, my sisters, sisters-in law, friends, and all the mothers’ in the world!

P.S. Somebody forwarded this email to me some years ago. Maybe now we can understand why a mother’s love is unconditional.

A little boy asked his mother, 'Why are you crying?' 'Because I'm a woman,' she told him.
'I don't understand,' he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, 'And you never will.'
Later the little boy asked his father, 'Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?'

'All women cry for no reason,' was all his dad could say.
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, 'God, why do women cry so easily?' God said: 'When I made the woman she had to be special.
I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world, yet gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue with out complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed.'

'You see my son,' said God, 'the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides.'