mother’s love
Often times we define the love and care of moms through the eyes of other people or at least from their kids themselves.
A while ago, I was hooked with this drama episode on TV on how an adopted son exhibited the importance of a mother - when all his siblings pursued academic degrees and left for greener pastures, he stayed and take good care of their parents.
This continued even the adopted son succumb into brain cancer and eventually died without failing to show care towards the light of the family, to the last breath.
It is rare for me to drop tears on movies knowing that it’s not real… and that they are just acting on screen. However, the scenes teach me a lot the importance of appreciating mothers.
The mom on the story was busy with work and has less time with kids. At one point, the elder brother accused this same mom of missing his childhood days.
But the adopted son, never ever looked on his mom’s shortcomings. It was this characteristic that the mother saw the vivid picture of her relationship towards her kids.
She’s afraid to grow old alone, and at one time she considered the kids as her life insurance - someone to look after her when she grow old.
From the very point of view of this mother, flowed the affection she have for this adopted son. You can feel her loss. It wasn’t long enough when I’ve blurred my vision with tears. I can feel her pain.
Her questions were the following:
Isn’t the children are suppose to bury their parents?
If you call a child who lost his parents an orphan; and the wife who lost his husband a widow; what would you call a mother who lost a son?
Indeed, they are the most uncomforted victim of death. There is just no way to describe their loss.
I’ve seen this situation when my sister lost his son a month after she gave birth to him. Four years after, and she’s still hurt and afraid.
The love of a mother never wanes, even in death. They are an example of an ultimate love, knowable and visible to man.
“Can a woman forget her nursing child And have no compassion on the son of her womb? ” Isaiah 49:15
What a solemn reminder when at times we take for granted our mother’s care for us. This could possibly explain why thirty years after and away for fifteen years, my mother still celebrates my birthday at home.
Now I know, I will always be her baby boy no matter how I feel about it.
There’s is the kind of love a level less than divine. 
