A mother is like wheels with eyes, which scan over her children lives. Without a shadow of a doubt she desires to see them rise, to be her pride and joy. She meets their needs by making sacrifices, based with potent love, sprinkled with the spice of care and presented with a majestic smile. Because her role is vast and tedious, she adopts the wheels with eyes persona, enabling her to see and sense, everything that her children are blinded to. This mother, like a wheel, protects her children when needed because she stops and starts in time, preventing danger by changing course.
A mother of this calibre often accomplished difficult tasks, which in many ways require the strength of many men. Although she often functions in masculinity, she does not wish to be a father, but it is the lack of role parameter, why mothers frequently find themselves,charged with role reversal. No matter what the role is, she does it with grace, for the benefit of her children. So with mother’s day now approaching, remember what a mother does, and treat her with gentility, which says, without a doubt I know you chose to be my mother, but you have far surpass that role.
In difficult times, when the role seem burdensome, just for a moment she reflect with thoughts of being a father, but what a world of difference that would make, if mothers had the ability to become fathers when they need to be. For with her eyes within the wheel, she would experience a pain so deep, if only for a day she watched the family mourn the loss of such a mother. The loss of such a mother would give the earth great cause to mourn, because she has made the earth to sigh in disbelief, that a mother is now disqualified!
On the day of thanking her, the day of her sabbatical, Mother’s Day, which only comes but once a year, she is all the more a mother, when she thinks about how blessed she is, to hear affirming words of love and deep appreciation from her nurtured children, which gratifies this mother’s precious heart.
In reflection of Mother’s Day, the fleeting moments of her sitting still, was never long enough, to search her heart and find within the missing pieces of her life, never to be regained, because time and children has wiped away, the simplicity of that life, dedicated to being a mother. What a mother, what a heart, and who would dare to take her place? No takers can fill that worthy stead because her worth can only be measured by understanding this mother’s value. Now the purpose of the wheels with the eyes persona, have been revealed, because the children knows, that a mother had to do it all until she is no more.
And with the passing of such a mother there is a feeling deep inside, that makes me want to say, my mother, dearest mother, young at heart and unfulfilled in many ways, I miss you! I am forever grateful for your dedication, love and life surrendered commitment to me.
So my mother, my dearest mother, you died too young!
Signed: Erma.Washington.May 2nd, 2014.