I want to dedicate this to all the unsung heroes, the mothers who have weathered storms, their unwavering love, and a beacon guiding their children to life’s challenges.

Mom, I owe my very essence to you.

The embrace of a mother, how good it feels to have a mother figure, a mother’s love is like no other, an unconditional love.

They carry the world’s weight on their shoulders, yet they do it all somehow.

My mother has a talent for numbers, a talent I sadly never acquired; I find myself more inclined to use letters.

I admire how strong mothers are, and I yearn for their strength; I see my mother dealing with multiple things at once, and while she does, she always manages to look fabulous.

Don’t all mothers do that?

Often, we need to recognize the depth of their love, misinterpreting their protectiveness as mere annoyance. Little do we realize that a mother’s world revolves around her children during the challenging years of adolescence.

It was hard to understand, especially as I was a young teenager, which was the worst phase of my life.

I remember being rude in those times and having a sense of misunderstanding with my mother.

I remember hurling hurtful words at my mother, deliberately targeting her.  I have a profound regret now. Each action, every word she uttered, I comprehend now.

She has always empathized with my struggles, feeling my pains as if they were her own.

They would do anything for us, and when I say anything, I mean anything.

Mothers are not simple or perfect, but remember, they are all humans, leaving for the first time.

I am blessed to have an exceptional mother. I cherish her sweetness, patience, and resilience, and I sometimes wonder why patience didn’t quite find its way into my disposition.

Her strength shines through in the face of adversity, battling a rough challenge with a warrior’s spirit. She is not just a woman; she is a mother. 

Mom. 

Proudly, I am her daughter, glimpses of her reflected in my mirror—a testament to her enduring beauty.

We are all a resemblance of our mothers, and finding those tiny similarities makes me feel grateful.

Many of us are far from our mothers, separated by life’s pursuits. I, too, chose a path that led me away, seeking a brighter future.

I’m sure she misses me. She has pain because she misses me, and I feel it too because I miss her.

As I hop on the train, I always remember her favorite part of New York, the Hudson River; she loves it.

Yet, there exists a battle that not all mothers can wage—a battle against health.

Be it heart ailments, mental health struggles, or the relentless onslaught of cancer.

I feel for those who have gone through cancer or have had a loved one go through such a challenging battle.

The pain it can create in our hearts of hopelessness is a real struggle.

Standing at a distance, I gather strength to be her pillar of support. It’s a strength I summon for her, for her peace of mind, even when patience eludes me. She deserves the best of me, as they all do. Find a moment, make a call—be present for her.

We must be strong for our mothers; they fought for us throughout our formative years. Now, it’s our turn to stand in the gap.

Health issues may cast shadows, but unwavering faith propels me forward.

We all have our ways of coping. Sometimes not the best ones.

Creating many walls when having pain is a common defense mechanism, potentially leading to isolation from new friendships.

The best reward is that the only ones who will always be there for us are our mothers. They are forever faithful to us.

Mothers genuinely know best.

I don’t know what it is, but they love and are obsessed with us.

They give love so profound that it withstands nine months of nurturing life within.

In moments of despair with Mom going through a challenging battle, I say she is strong; she has gone through many battles, and staying strong and united is the most important task of them all.

Just as they are faithful to us, we must reciprocate that faith. Our mothers, undeniably, always put us first. Let this remind you to prioritize your mother more often than the bare minimum.

Time may feel scarce, but there’s always a way to make time for our mothers. They’ve battled for us, and, without a doubt, they would do it all over again.

Mine certainly would, countless times, as long as she sees me as I am now.

This is a reminder to tell your mom you love and kiss her; you never know when you won’t get to kiss her anymore. The day might come when we regret not seizing the chance.

I hope that day never comes.

I’m not ready.

I will never be.