SHE braves carrying
her baby for 9 months;
enduring the discomfort
of changing hormones,
doubled mood swings,
not knowing what's
happening in her body
but still taking things in stride,
hopeful of what is to come.
Then she gives birth...
the joy of seeing
her bundle of joy
somehow erases the
horrors of long labor,
and eclipses it with
pride and honor.
In every sleepless night
and every waking moment
she is there, meeting
her baby's needs, unmindful
of her own deepest wishes;
Cradling her little one
in her small yet strong arms,
Her eyes brims with tears
as she gazes with sheer
love and devotion.
When the child has grown,
she never ceases to become a mom,
still doting, serving and loving,
and her precious tears come more
often now as the world of her life
has started to become willful,
not needing her as much as before..
She still looks with pride
over her young, but the longing
to be in the grown child's own world
has even become more remote.
She watches and waits,
reaches out and waits,
cries out to God and waits,
praying every time
that her child is safe,
well and secure;
heaving a sigh of relief
when he or she is finally home.
She is a mother for all seasons,
highs or lows,
triumphs or defeats,
she is there to share her warmth,
comfort and approval.
She doesn't need any reason
to become a mom for she has made
a sacred vow to God,
a connection the moment she
carries her baby in her womb.
Life was never the same for her
as she lives not for herself anymore
she lives for each of her children,
working so hard to make ends meet.
Then she grows older,
her children, too, but the mother
still tries so much to reach out
and express her love, which
may be at times avoided,
and taken forgranted.
She may seem tough,
but she also suffers,
agonizes over a sick child,
hurts over disobdience
and rebellion.
She can be easy going,
loves to watch a game
of basketball,
levels up in wordscapes,
sweats it out in zumba
and can laugh her heart
out until she wipes her
tears away.
My mother is not perfect.
No one is.
But she is the best in the world.
She is God's precious gift,
truly a great blessing.
I love you, Mama!