You think of her often, in her tenderness, in her strength, in her simplicity and her beauty. With frequency you imagine her how you would like her to be, perfect. Nevertheless, she's only a human being, so similar, so different, so special. Because not only she takes care of herself, but she worries about everybody else, to give support, company, affection, love. She gives everything without expecting anything back.
She's that person who comforts you in your suffering, in your sorrow, that laughs with you even when it seems dumb, that every now and then makes a big deal out of something that for you is meaningless, but stays calm down when you scream at her in anger.
She's that person who worries about everything, even that your shirt is straight and that your hair looks good although you're not going anywhere.
Since the moment you were in her womb she was talking to you about all the things she was going to do with you. When you came into the world you demanded a 101 percent of her time and it wasn't enough. You wanted her to solve your math problem when she already had forgotten about that subject, even so she learned it so she can teach you, so she can help you.
She feeds you, cleans you, teaches you, gives you advice, plays with you, sings to you, and everything she does it with dedication, with tenderness, with love. She accepts you the way you are, in spite of your critics. How many times you wished she was different, to live you alone, to not speak to you, but when you needed transportation, company, someone to hear your complains, she was there.
Now you are all grown up, you say you are independent, that you did everything by yourself, that you learned everything on your own, but that's not true, because along the way she was there with you, making sure everything was "O.K.", that you were alright.
That person that's so important that you call "Mom" loves you endlessly, loves you with all her heart.
If you're lucky to have her with you in this life, thank God for every minute with her, if it's God who's accompainying her now, thank Him for every moment that was.
If you have had the privilege of bringing to life a child you'll understand the greatness of that being that brought you to life, you'll understand the arguments you had with her every time she said "No"., and you will convince yourself of God existence when you observe the nature of your child.
Maybe she can't be with you, or maybe you're so lucky to have her, perhaps she's far away from you and you only bother to call her one time during the year because is "her day". Many other just never had one.
No matter what your situation is, love her every day of your life, but specially love her every day of Her life, show it to her, and remember that to love, is never to say "I'm sorry".
By Sandra Falcon (2000)
