I picked up this interesting write-up from someone's facebook posting. It brought a lump to my throat. Of course, it was copied from somewhere else too. Everything seems lost when the original post is copied and recopied along the way. Without contributing to its viral effect on social media, let me reproduce the write-up here and dedicate it to both mothers and children everywhere. Most of all, I'd like to dedicate it to my own dear Mom who passed away in 1985. My children never got to know their grandmother.
"Your Mother carried you inside of her womb for nine whole months. She felt sick for months with nausea, then she watched her feet swell and her skin stretch and tear. She struggled to climb stairs, she got breathless quickly and even a simple task like putting on her shoes was a huge struggle for her.
"She suffered many sleepless nights while you kicked and squirmed inside of her and while you demanded that she scoffed junk at three o'clock in the morning.
"She then went through EXCRUCIATING PAIN to bring you into this world. She became your nurse, your chef, your maid, your chauffeur, your biggest fan, your teacher, your agony aunt and your best friend.
"She's struggled for you, cried over you, fought for you, put herself second for you, hoped the best for you and has driven herself insane with worry for you but never has she asked for anything in return because she loves you and did it all on love alone!
"Most of us take our Mums for granted but there are people who have lost or have never even seen theirs. If you have a loving Mother who did all of this for you, you are very lucky! Never devalue her worth because one day, you'll wish you hadn't!"