Mother's Day

Yesterday was the day dedicated to all mothers in the world.  It is symbolised as a day of happiness where all families are reunited together and spend the day honouring the mothers in the family.  It is a day, amongst many others where I think of you, my dear mum, wishing you were still here with me.  Long years have passed and I still remember those moments we had together. 

Mums are the first people we come in contact with. They give you their love, their attention, their time.  In the early years they are there all the time, looking after us and worrying about us for all the smallest of things.  They teach us how to live, how to take care of ourselves, how to live in society.  They take us to our first day at school.  Who doesn't remember all the cries on the first day at kindergarten.  But things slowly get better, and children slowly realise that just because mum isn't there it doesn't me that she has forgot about me, that she has left me and that she is not coming back for me.  This helps building and even stronger bond. 

And then the troubled teenage years come when children feel that their mum is oppressing them, that their mum is interfering, that their mum doesn't love them.  These years put quite a strain on the children-mother relationship.  But mothers are forgiven.  They forgive all the insults we throw at them, they forget all the hurtful words which tend to be part of all the conversations we have with them, and they are still there, day after day, looking out for us, taking care of us, listening to us whenever we need them.  They are there when we grow older and start our own family.  They are there to support us, to help with the rearing of our children, to listen and to give advice.

It is endless love they have for us.  They are always ready to sacrifice everything for us.  They would go hungry for us.  They would go cold for us.  They would go without basic essentials for us.  They're ready to give us all that we need and more, expecting nothing in return. 

For all intents and purposes, children are lucky enough and get a supermum,

without even having to ask Santa for it.   

Unfortunately, we cannot forget that not all children are so lucky.  Some women are simply unfit to be mothers.  It is either because they are simply egoistic and can't see anyone as ever being more important than them, taking up their time and energy.  Otherwise some women are simply cruel, who somehow they take pleasure in seeing their children suffer.  They may either inflict the pain themselves or they may knowingly give others the possibility to hurt and abuse their children, seeing their children as their personal objects which they can use and dispose of as they please.  Then there is also the unfortunate group of mothers who are unable to take care of their children because of a psychological illness they suffer from.



Hoping that these are the minority of cases and these kind of people are discovered before they can do serious damage to their children, it is nice that for a day, all those mothers that make so many sacrifices for their children are celebrated.  Strictly speaking a day is hardly enough to show them our appreciation and we should take it upon ourselves to thank them, as frequently as possible for what they do for us.