I was wondering what I should write about today. Because today is such a special day everywhere in Europe: Mother’s Day. I am blessed because I can celebrate the day twice. March the 8th is the first time, and the second time will be on May the 10th.
What is a mother? Can we find the right words to describe the only being in this entire world who will willingly sacrifice for her children?
A mother is the one who carried us in her womb; who watched over us when we were sick; who wiped our tears and tended to our wounds when we were in pain. A mother is the one who smiled at us even when we did wrong, who never ceased to believe that one day we will reach the stars.
How many of us took for granted her existence? How many of us forgot to say thank you or I love you? How many times is enough to show our appreciation, I wonder? A hundred times, a thousand times will it be sufficient to tell the woman how precious she is, how lovely she looks even if her hair is silver now and her hands lost the elasticity of the youth?
Mother, I want you to know that may love for you has never lost its power even if now you are just another star in the vastness of the universe. I can still feel you watching over me, I can feel your love because you shroud me in it, and you have never let me feel lonely. I wish I will own the power to offer you all the flowers in the world, I wish I can tell you how much I love you for everything you’ve done for me. I wish I can take back all the moments when I forgot to thank you for being my mother.
I was blessed to have you as mine, and now I have to share you with the entire universe!
Carmen Monica Oprea 