Good morning Brave hearts
The celebration of life and love is a gift to you on the day that we celebrate mothers.
Dear mothers, a moment of your time, a life of care and nurturing, a protector, a supporter and a keeper of our memories. Our childhood moments of daring and brilliance, of adventure and imagination, of creativity and spontaneity. For us, the passing of time as we learn and explore. For our mothers, the moments of cherished memories of a child, so young and adored, so carefully nurtured. A being, brought into her life, with a purpose and destiny of it’s own.
Dear mothers, the light of that life dawns in the early morning and persists until the evening quiet and dark. The time consuming effort of endless hours spent in loving and hugging and kissing the infant. The demanding child, so
needing and fragile. The reward, to be a lifetime of gifted human love and compassion.
Dear mothers, you rock the cradle and the world listens, as you proclaim your love for your offspring. Happy child, nurtured child, hurt or brooding, the humanity persists in zealous comforting. Rich or poor, the mother gives whatever she is capable of giving. The constant demands of society, to raise this child to its potential. The demand to fulfill the duty, to herself, the family, to the socially accepted norm.
Dear mothers, the matrimonial pledge extends even moreso to the child, in sickness or in health, for richer or for poorer, until death do us part. The child is that part of us that we can’t let go of, that can’t be erased or replaced. That sums of money don’t equal, that can’t be negotiated, that’s carved in stone. Nurture and care, oh wise ones. The world is watching, and your precious offspring are your major calling.
Dear mothers, as you watch the growing child, with pride for their achievements, for always getting up after a fall, for forever running and playing, studying and befriending, the growing human becoming an adult. The work, the devotion, the endless play and support, the all time consuming act of nurture and love, to be lavished upon this blessing, this child.
Dear mothers, it never ends. The child grows and becomes an adult, a champion in your eyes. The effort was painless, the life so fulfilling, a reward just to meet your aquaintance. Mother and child, a bond never ending, a life time of companionship, of conversation, of devotion and care.
Now mother, we look upon you with praise and adoration, with gratitude for affection, for time and for energy, for teaching, for nurturing and for love. The time spent surpasses the endless days of endless chores, of duty, of routine, of work and social demands. The time spent in teaching, in learning, in conversation and in play. For in mother there is beauty and grace, knowledge and skill, intelligence and love.
So on this day, dear mother, we praise you and thank you. A day set aside for you.
Happy Mother’s Day.
written by Dr. Louise Hayes
May 10, 2014