It’s true what they say. You will not appreciate a mother as much as you should – until you become one yourself.
Being children, we can be selfish. We think that it’s her job to look after us. That it’s her duties to care for us. That her life must revolve around only us.
We forget the she had a whole life before her children.
We are ignorant of her personal dreams.
We chose not to know that there could actually be other things she rather do.
That once a woman becomes a mother, not even once will she miss the life that she had before her children came along. That if she has to work, knowing how to manage her time will come naturally.
That being mentally, emotionally and physically tired is just part of the “job” and that she will deal with it happily.
And that she will never ever, not even for a split-second, question “WHY?”.
When her babies kept her awake. When her toddlers tested her patience. When her teenagers insisted that they knew better. Or when her adult children found it necessary to lead their own lives away from her.
Why – when she endured physical and emotional hardships for them.
I know now that Mother’s Day is not simply a day to show our gratitude. It is also a day to remember that she changed her lives and sacrificed her dreams for her children.
And I finally understood that my main job as a child is not to let her regret it.