Happy Mother’s Day to all of the mothers out there, and to all of the lucky children and spouses who owe so much to the wonderful mothers in their families.
I’ve been privileged to be the son of one great mother and the husband of another. Although great mothers may differ in many respects, I suspect that they all share one crucial quality: they have opened their hearts to their children, totally and unequivocally, so that their children’s welfare always is their paramount consideration. Even when they are overwhelmed, or sick, or experiencing their own personal challenges, they are worried that their daughters and sons aren’t eating well, or are working too hard, or aren’t as happy with their lives as they possibly could be. They are willing to do just about anything to help their children achieve optimal bliss because nothing is more important to them. They say they don’t want us to worry about them, and they almost always truly mean it because they don’t want to add one scintilla to our everyday burdens.
We’ve all heard stories of mothers who, in moments of extraordinary strain and stress, have done extraordinary things like lifting too-heavy objects off children pinned beneath. I’m not surprised by those stories. There is something awesomely powerful about the mother-child bond and the love that bubbles forever in a mother’s heart. If you are the object of that love, it is an amazing and humbling thing.