How many people in the world want to look at someone who has hands but can not use them, who has feet but can not walk, who cries requests, who can not speak, who wakes from the sweet sleeps? Who wants to take care of someone so incompetent, or who can do it? It is the only living mothers who do all the work that we call hard work, without waiting for it.
It's the most sacred beings in the world, mothers. It is the most emotional, most loyal, the most known of the angels, whose rights are impossible to pay. We are committed to them on the first day we open our eyes. We are crying in their lap while we are not aware of anything yet, and what we know in each of our cries. Our cry may be bad for others, but not for them; they grow up without getting tired of it. They dress the finest dresses, they give us the best food. We always make love with us.
We are happy for them and we want to give them presents. Even the day we started talking to them is our first gift, and the first thing we know is that the bald "mother" is. That moment is one of his happiest moments. We find our gift very emotional and they cry from their joy.
Years passed and we come to the age of primary school, the first day of school as usual with us. And again seeing us grow up causes them to cry. They take us to read until we get to school, but of course it takes us a long time. When we come from school, the first thing we do is tell them what we did at school. We tell them what we learned. It is like we are telling something very important, if you listen to us sincerely and sincerely ... Our school lives like this. If our exams are good, rejoice if they are bad. But sometimes they do not. Consoling us not to upset us.
They cry in our love and our sadness for the rest of our lives. But some of them have their mothers throwing it at the streets, they say bad things to their mothers, they do not know the value of their mothers. Even so, I can not say anything again, mothers. They do not think they are children, they can not. They are also nervous about these situations, but not from their joys ... They are remembering the days of their infancy, how much their children are affected and how they are affected by their children.
Let's not let this emotion ever live. Let us value our mothers whom we can not pay for, let us not worry, not the times we cry, but the times we are glad, and respect them.
