The Heartbeat of a Mother’s Love
An exploration of the endless, nurturing love that defines the essence of motherhood.
Story of Love of Mother
Love of the mother is the first love served to us. It is soft soothing whispering voice-a child grows up, a guiding hand in its adolescence, and compassionate support across adult life. No time limitation, situation, or even condition attaches to this love-that is the power that shapes, feeds, and sustains us day by day.
She gives herself totally, from the very beginning of her life as a mother. She sacrifices her interests and needs so that her child will be made happy and content. And she carries him in her arms and more importantly in her heart. Every moment-from sleepless nights to care-filled days-is an act of love, unspoken and unsought but always grasped by the child.
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For every comforting word, that seems to come through instinct, or the loving of her child, is present. She always seems to be able to anticipate before he even expresses what he feels that is lacking. It has nothing whatsoever to do with language, but the way that she watches over her child, whether near or far, also with how her heart aches for her child's sorrows and rejoices in their joys.
It's where mothers teach us our first lessons in how to be good, patient people and resilient. They teach us to spring back up from every fall rather than to lie after falling down. So while they soothe and encourage us forward, they remind us to recall that we never learned the first lesson of life-that we are not supposed to get back up. These are not said but silently taught with great care through various acts of daily life. And it is only as we grow old that we start learning this quiet strength.
Even if a child may not always grasp the depth of his mother's love, we tend to forget all the meals prepared, clothes washed or worrying and planning for our futures. As time goes on, one becomes clear that how much growth he or she owes to his or her mother. Her love has been the very ground, a source of inner strength carried with oneself throughout life.
Quiet heroism is the epitome of motherhood. It lies in safe-guarding the dreams, dreads, and futures of children. It is facing another new day with courage, well despite all odds, with elegance and persistence. A mother's love can never have an end. It fades not as children leave the nest and the grayness partly paints her hair. Like a steady heartbeat, it is there, always present.
Motherhood, too, is at times riddled with vulnerable moments. A mother loves with all her heart, and with vulnerability, heartbreak. Sometimes she sits silently, worrying about the things her children are doing and going through. But for all this, a mother's love is hope, a light that guides one through the darkest of times.
Last and not the least is a gift of a mother's love that stays alive even after our mothers are gone. Their love can be seen in the manner we look at our world today, the values that we hold close to our hearts, and the love that continues to be passed on to others. And it becomes part of our being that which we learn from our mothers about compassion, about resiliency, and unconditional love.
