Dear Mum… A Love Letter
The most important person in my life is my mother, and knowing that one day I will be that person for my children gives me a lot of drive and hope for my own success, so that I can be my children’s Hero too.
This is a love letter to my mother and also to my future self, as a mother.
Thank you, for always being there for me and sacrificing in ways that are hard for me to comprehend, at the moment. Thank you for always loving me and making me feel safe, but most importantly, thank you for showing me what it means to be a mother. I know it’s not easy, but all that you are is inspiring me to be all that I am. You are the reason that I want to become a mother, I only hope that I can show my children at least the same love and care that you continuously show my brother and me.
You should know that there is only one word that could describe the love and admiration that I have for you, which is: infinite. As each day passes, I become more aware of the sacrifices you have done for our family, and I am amazed by the strength and drive that you have always shown. I remember when I was little, always thinking that when I grow up all I wanted was to be like my mother. That has not changed.
I know that being a parent is a hard job, having someone depend their life on you is scary and beautiful at the same time. Most people are selfish and tend to put their personal interests first.
Having the ability to change that once you become a mother is a skill that’s harder to finesse than many would think. Yes, it is said that child birth changes women and holding their baby in their arms for the first time is a life changing experience, but through personal experience, that change doesn’t always seem to last.
Whether knowingly or not, many mothers still don’t put their babies’ needs above their own and often make choices depending on their satisfaction, without considering their baby. Having said that, I lovingly blame my mother, and thank her, for setting very high expectations for what a mother should be.
I hope that when my children look at me they feel warmth, I hope that when my arms are around them they feel a cocoon of safety surrounding them, I hope that when their belly hurts, the simple touch of my hand eases their pain. I hope that with every hug they feel my heart beating just for them. Lastly, I hope that my Mom knows that these are all the feelings I have for her. I can’t wait to read this love letter again once I am a mother, and see my reaction.
SparkYourBloom Today And Everyday!