The baby cries – but it’s ok – because of Mom. There is a hungry mouth – but it’s ok – it’s fed by Mom. There is a skinned knee – but it’s ok – it’s kissed by Mom. There is a broken heart – but it’s ok – it’s soothed by Mom.
It is often said that the pinnacle of creation was when God made woman, and she took her station, but I cannot help but wonder if it was not the case, that pinnacle came when the first baby saw its Momma’s face.
I ponder if there is any purer, unadulterated love (short of the Divine love that is from heaven up above), than the love that is found in a true mother’s heart, anchored there with the unborn child, from the very start.
There is no stronger love, no fiercer love, no love as great as the love of a mother who will contemplate that some activities will be curtailed, some freedom lost, but the benefits far outweigh each insignificant cost. Moms do not know what it means to sleep at all, to have a day off, but they are always there on call. They never eat a complete meal all at one time. Sometimes it seems a mighty steep hill they have to climb.
However, true moms, the ones who really know just how to care, learn to sleep with a baby on their chests in a rocking chair. They spend long nights awake at a sick child’s side, and moms never give up until every single cure they have tried.
The greatest artist cannot paint a picture worthy of the sight, nor can a poet write the words, though he try with all his might, that can display the simple, wonderful and astounding beauty of the love of a true mom. Mom is there for the whole world to see.
The baby cries – but it’s ok – because of Mom. There is a hungry mouth – but it’s ok – it’s fed by Mom. There is a skinned knee – but it’s ok – it’s kissed by Mom. There is a broken heart – but it’s ok – it’s soothed by Mom.
