The hardest part of growing up can be watching your mother grow old.
How often do we grumble about her
That she talks too much, interferes in everything, expects too much.
That shes always around, worrying about things we think dont matter at all.
But a mothers heart never stops looking out for her children.
She loves so deeply that sometimes her love becomes the strength to endure everything.
She puts up with shouting, with bad moods, with being pushed aside
And even then, shes still the one to defend those who hurt her the most.
Some mothers keep silent out of love, hiding the aches that weigh down their souls.
While everyone else gets on with life, she grows older in quietness her heart heavy from carrying the burdens of others.
But when shes gone
Thats when the finest flowers are brought.
Thats when the best musicians are hired.
Thats when the tears come and theres no one there to comfort us anymore.
And thats when we ask ourselves
Why do we wait until the last moment to give everything?
Why dont we appreciate her while shes still here?
Dont wait for your mother to be gone to realise she gave her whole life for you.
Love her today.
Listen to her today.
Hold her today.
Because growing up is hard but watching her grow old without your love is even harder.
Cherish your mother now for time slips through our fingers, and the kindness we show today becomes the memories we treasure tomorrow.
