One more year… another Mother’s Day, another celebration, although some are distanced from those beings of light that are mothers; reason that forces them to invent hearts to mitigate the space between them.
On this day we will forget the Sundays that are sometimes suspended, cancelled, postponed or half celebrated, and we will laugh with those who make a difference hiding pain behind an always ready smile.
We will make this a passionate day to thank them for wrapping us in an angelic veil even when we comb our gray hair, to reward them for all those caresses and kisses when we deserved them, and when we didn’t; for those words we needed to hear, and those we didn’t. For all those sleepless nights, for all the fears without knowing that they were doing very well, for the resignation that surely occurred, for being proud when we succeed and, above all, for having so much faith in their children, even when we ourselves We do not have it.
And it is that the love of a mother is like nothing else in the world. She knows no law, she has no pity, she defies all things and ruthlessly crushes everything that gets in her way. She is the only one without conditions, without buts or interests, who survives time and distance. She is the only capital of feeling that she does not break and with which she can always be counted on, she is patient and forgives when everyone else abandons… she is what sustains the human race.
Each mother lives depending on her children, and this is how they become Mathematics, Geography, History and Language teachers; image consultants, psychologists, doctors, and even become private international chefs, capable of satisfying all our culinary whims.
This Sunday (although it should be every day) we will thank you for your love, for preparing our snack, for reminding us that we must “put on our coats so we don’t catch a cold”, for calling a thousand times worried if we have eaten even if we are 40 years old.
This Sunday, his gaze will once again be enough to shelter us, to know what is wrong with us, to scold us if we break the rules, but above all, to give us the affection that we so long for to face each day. Those who are not here because stars were conceived will also accompany their loved ones in thought and from the heart.
Once again, words will be left over to tell them how much we love them, it is enough that we are happy for them to feel the same; They don’t care about gifts, or long poems, or superfluous phrases of just one day… a detail turned into a kiss or a simple “I love you” is their best recognition.
On this day the hugs pending due to so much routine will arrive, the longed for caress when they have felt alone, the wink of the son complicit in mischief, the whisper of the grandchildren and the reality of seeing everyone together at the family table.
Once again the celebration of his day arrives, and with it, another special moment to magnify his audacity for sacrificing so much and giving love without expecting anything in return, to show us that despite everything, life is something magical and that as the poet would say , “Mother’s love is the gem that shines in the darkest hour.”
So, once again, serve this Sunday as a treat for first-time moms, soon-to-be moms, seasoned veteran moms, all-day mommies and daddies, single moms, To those who behave like a mother, to the great grandmothers who spoil and care like no one else… Congratulations to all of them!
