at jokes that aren't even funny, but the way
they say it makes it's hilarious. It's listening
to stories that go on and on without a point.
It's always being available for the "Mommy
watch me!" yells and "Mommy I need you"
please. It's drowning out the word MOM
repeated over and over in attempts to get
your attention, it's songs sang out of tune
and settling squabbles with siblings. It's
being mean, and teaching hard lessons, that
hurt you inside so deep you want to cry, but
you must stand strong with resolve. It's
being strong for them when you are weak.
It's smiling when you want to cry, and crying
when you're smiling with pride.
It's looking through photographs and feeling
your heart swell with love and happiness
when you see the beauty, the happiness and
life in your child's smile and eyes. It's
confusion, mistakes, uncharted territory and
blindfolded guessing. It's snuggling on the
couch watching a movie, braiding hair till
your fingers hurt, it's being woken up early
on Saturday morning because they want to
crawl in bed and be close to your heart. It's
having the worst day and having them hug
you and tell you "mommy I love you", and
needing nothing more.
It's a blessing, a gift, a relationship that
never ends and a love that never dies. It's
the best thing I have ever become, the
greatest love I have ever felt and the best
part about being mother is that it completes
me as a woman.
From Bikers Club to all mothers
For all the mothers who run carpools and make
cookies and sew Halloween costumes. And all the
mothers who don't. For those who show up at work
with milk stains on their dress 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 the mothers who gave homes to babies and
gifted them a family. For the mothers who defy all
odds just to watch her kid perform and repeat to
themselves "That's my child!!"
For all the mothers who read "Goodnight, Moon"
twice a night for a year, and then read it again.
"Just one more time." For the mothers who taught
their children to tie the shoelaces even before they
started going to school.
For the mothers who incontinently turn their heads
when they hear the word "Mom", even though they
know that their kids are nowhere around. For the
mothers who silently shed tears for their children
who have gone astray. For all those mothers whose
heart aches to watch her son or daughter disappear
down the street, walking to school alone for the
very first time. For all the mothers of the Survivors,
and the mothers who sat in front of their TVs in
horror. For all those mother who sacrificed their
career to make her son's / daughter's. WE SALUTE
YOU ALL BECAUSE OF YOU MOTHERS, WE SONS
AND DAUGHTERS WORLD EXISTS. SO A BIG
THANKS & SALUTE TO ALL MOTHERS OUT
THERE FROM BIKERS CLUB NETWORK. -
ARTICLE BY RAHUL MEHTA