In haste to protect from any influence that can lead to mischief, or possibilties that may harm their children, our mothers create rules for us to follow. Blinded by their motherly care, mothers forget that as their children grow up, a desire of control and to make their decision naturally emerge( despite not fully prepare or able to face consequences of decisions made out of that freedom). It is essential for mothers to let their children feel they are trusted to make their own decisions and be able to learn from their mistakes.

What creates trust between mother and children is the way she supports her them which ever is the result of their own personal decisions.

A mother's comforting presence as a friend to whom personal thoughts and reflections can be voiced out, creates a deeper trust and stregnthens the bond.However, reality is different, life is complicated and no one has it all figured it, not even mothers.That's why most of mother and child relationships are unaffectionate or tend to become distant overtime. However, this fact doesn't erase that mothers and their children will forever be bonded.

Motherhood is a 24/7 job. I often hear my mother say, she doesn't have any vacation. And in my ignorant mind and reckless tongue, I often say she could but she just doesn't chose to. And all those years I heard her take pride in her role as mother. This was the life she chose and it was her decision to stand firm. When me and my sister judged her for being solely a mother and not pursuing a career, we wish we knew how awful we were when we looked down on her and all the other mothers in the world. Being a mother is a role only the most self sacrificing person is capable of doing.

She chose to be the firm support of our family. Of my Father and of her children. When of one of us was sick, she would be our nurse. She made sure we had the support we needed to focuss on what we needed to. School and work. And most of the time we took it for granted.

How she stepped aside and made us the center. Even when she was tired and unappreciated, she continued to be there.

Even when we were disrespectful and unloving, she didn't walk out the door and quit. Every. Single. Day. She could have chosen herself more than us. But she didn't.

I've never been the affecfionate type towards my mother. Maybe our relationship had a riff that concluded we could not kiss or hug each other unless compelled during long goodbyes, special events and our most vulnerable moments during family struggles. But whatever is hindering me from showing my affection, doesn't mean my heart isn't longing to show how much she means to me and how in the thought of her suffering, completely and automatically makes me disoriented and weak. Of how unimaginable it is for me to think of something like that. The blow is undescribable.

This is most proabably the point of our lives when as women we are both aligned. I grew up enough to understand the heartaches brought by the challenges of life and how you must remain resilient for your loved ones. When you know that your emotions will affect the people around, you will try to keep your tears by yourself. When you want to keep smiling because you don't want to remind your mother of anything she might be dreading.You just want to be with her and be the support she needs- a strong sensible woman- you will be that.

My younger self would have questionned choices that seemed irrational. But I am thankful I have a better view of life and how not simple it is. When you realize life is not forever, yet you want to make sure you cherish it now for what it is, regardless of the situation, you don't let emotions overwhelm you to an unneccesarry point of going down to pieces. You celebrate whatever you have and be thankful for it. You acknowledge the fear of uncertainty, but you embrace the emotions that wave inside you, that make you human.

Whatever happens in the future. My mother remains triumphant in life. The uncertainty of tomorrow is just another chapter of life we will face together, as always. And she will live her life, more significant than I could dream of achieving for myself. My mother and all other mothers in one way or another, deserves the best recognition, our unconditional love and support. Our time and care. Our affection and prayers. They deserved to be celebrated. My heart beats because of my Mom and so I would do everything to keep her's beating happily and make sure that she knows she is loved.