Oh mother, I love thee!

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OH MOTHER I LOVE THEE! How could I not….I owe you my life, the world, my love… We owe mothers so much and we take them for granted! It may sound corny, but you will never understand all the sacrifices your mother made until you become one.

Nessa Twix © Solkes

Motherhhod is so difficult, so challenging, so rewarding. And, after putting my children to bed I want a moment to myself. Then as the night crept in so did the silence and I missed holding my daughter. I never imagined I could have such sting feelings for someone. So, I looked at some pictures I had, one or a hundred, and I crawled into bed with her. We slept together. I was found.

This is a tribute to all of those women who show up at work with milk stains on their dress, unknowingly, and diapers in their handbags.

For those mothers who cannot restrain tears from trickling down their cheeks when they hold their babies for the first time in their arms; and for the mothers who give birth to babies they’ll never see.

For those moms that waited during so many months to see their child born. For those who decided to have a natural birth or those who decided that a c-section was best for them.

For all those moms who breastfed their child. The pain was unbearable at times, tears of desperation, tears of joy and then a peacefull baby resting on mom. Some did this for a few months and others decided to breastfeed for more than a year (myself included) and then got bashed for it.

For those beautiful moms who decided to use formula. How great this was for their family.

For those moms that have every little detail planned and for the many that just improvise.

Arandy Kir © Solkes

Oh, and let’s not forget the moms that live on coffee and skipped more than one meal but never forgot to smile and hug their little one. And what about those women who have not properly showered in days and have spent countless hours by their kids side because they had a fever and could not imagine sleeping with out mom, on mom.

Nessa Twix © Solkes

For all those moms that found their kitchen in complete chaos and sigh with emotion when their kids clean it up and cook breakfast so that mommy has strength to play.

For all those moms, like me, that decided to raise their kids in another country. Far away from grandparents, cousins and uncles, only the occasional friends near by that will end up becoming family.

For those moms that could not conceive a baby and searched for one around the world. And, after searching for hours decided that they would give their love to a baby someone else has given up for a better tomorrow. For the mothers who gave homes to babies and gifted them a family. Hurray for adoption!

This is for moms who defy all odds just to watch her kid perform.

For all moms who read “Goodnight, Moon” twice a night for a year, and then read it again. “Just one more time.”

Nessa Twix © Solkes

Let’s not forget about the moms who silently shed tears for their children when they go to kindergarten and school.

Brenda Cardona © Solkes

The bond that a child develops with his mother can never be broken. She carried you and sustained you. When you are born the cord is severed. It is never severed in her heart. That bond lasts forever. As we grow up we change and become our own people and may forget that woman who nurtured and loved us.

This is a tribute to the amazing moms who go to bed late or wake up early to have breakfast ready and play with their kids.

For those moms who work long hours and live in fear of not spending enough time with their little ones. When guilt takes over them and they have to breathe in so deeply to not cry. Let me tell you that you are more than enough!

This is a tribute to the hand that rocks the cradle and also made the house a home. For that amazing woman, who after work baked cakes and cupcakes filled with colors.

For that mom that wore a tutu and danced with out a care in the world because her baby girl just wanted to jump around like a viking princess!

How to forget a house filled with colors, paint, baby dolls, glitter, little kitchens, legos and dinosaurs or the pitter patter of little feet. Sometimes there is laughter, sometimes there are tantrums, sometimes pouts.

Nessa Twix © Solkes

From late night tears, through all the bruises, scrapes and bumps.

For all those kisses and hugs that have been given and received, for the encouraging words and the many nursery rhymes… ohh the laughter, the memories, those looks in their eyes.

I just want to say: Thank you, Mom…for the love, strength, and care. For being my guardian and my guide.

I will love you always. You will be for ever in my heart, I dont know how to thank you for all you have done. I remember my mom every single day and I miss her so much. I see my child and all I want is for her to know she was the best decision of my life.

Translated By: Laura Viera A

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