What is Mother’s love?
A search on Google derives the following statement from Helen Steiner Rice:
A Mother’s love is something that no one can explain, It is made of deep devotion and of sacrifice and pain, It is endless and unselfish and enduring come what may. For nothing can destroy it or take that love away—Helen Steiner Rice.
This is something not as simple as a sentence or two. Surely not an element or a simple emotion, a feeling that derives from the given relationship by birth. It is more than just platonic selfless care and concern for another’s well being, possibly even at the cost of caregiver’s expense and safety.
Is it an obligation due to the arrival of a new life? Or a conscripted responsibility which is out of will? From the spectrum of logic, I do not think so and certainly not. Ever.
18th Nov this year on a peaceful glorious morning, a little prince is born. A magical event to witness the beginning of life, the start of another chapter in life, surely another significant milestone to be marked and more exciting times ahead. Even before the arrival of the baby prince, daddy and mummy have committed and promised each other to give only the best to ensure his growth and well being.
That commitment and decision is the epitome of mother’s love.
And that prince? He is my son.