Today is mother’s day and I want to wish all mothers a wonderful day. You ladies are the reason this world keeps going. And being a mother myself, I know what it takes and what the task holds within its fold. So celebrate yourselves, celebrate the beauty in this role, and celebrate the love you feel because it is this love that is the source of life.
And on days when motherhood seems hard, and we know these are many, and when you are looking for inspiration, just remember that motherhood is not easy which is why all mothers are warriors.
At times when waters get rough, a mother’s warm smile smooths away the tide and makes our worries disappear. Even if for a moment, she makes the world more peaceful. At times when looking for comfort, a mother’s encouraging words make us feel like we are capable and the best there is. At times of achievement, a mother’s joy makes all the effort worth while. And at times of sorrow, a mother’s embrace makes the world safer.
At the first step, first bite, first word, and every first, there was a mother to encourage, celebrate and lend a helping hand… a mother to pick us up, to hold us, to walk us through and to straighten and refine us, then to let us go in hope that we will always know what she made possible. A mother is the very definition of true love, unconditional love.
Some do it with hugs and smiles, some do it with words and actions, sometimes rough and others soft, but always out of love. Only when we become mothers do we fully understand her. The woman behind us, and always with us. The warmth, the love and the voice that guides us is the mother who never tired, who pushed and fought her own and our battles.
I have read this fabulous poem by Joaquin Miller, and thought to share it with you.
“The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
‘Twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart -Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part -Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshalling troops, no bivouac song,No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long -From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town -Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Were fought in those silent ways.”
Poem by: Joaquin Miller (1839-1913)