OH, MOTHERS

OH, MOTHERS

Mothers are interesting topics. They are like a box of goodies containing everything good and sweet inside. They are also like endless pages of an interesting book full of suspense and climaxes. They are a challenge to psychologists for they could easily shift their existences from fantasy to reality and vice versa.

Most mothers are masochists. They enjoy hardships in serving their family but they could also be the most harmful sadists when scorned. Some of them enjoy being dictators to their children and to their husbands for they also possess messianic complex that keep them feeling they know everything. Her efficiency is based on that and we better not argue.

Sometimes I want to believe that mothers know best except in the case of Eve when she was tempted by the serpent in paradise. Look, what happen to us all. But she wasn’t a mother yet when it happened. She was merely a pampered wife. A pampered wife can always be very harmful but not a pampered mother because she would rather do the pampering and the spoiling of her children.

Considered as the weaker sex, yet, who is the father who could carry a child for nine months with a smile? The light and the heart of the home because no matter how tired, no matter how stressed and no matter what the problem is a mother can always manage to smile to everyone.

Mother is the true name of a woman. Her greatest essence is her capability to bear a child. She may be afraid of a cockroach and fearfully screams at a mouse but look, who tackles a husband as big as a house?

Yes without a bit of objection I agree wholeheartedly with the eloquent tribute of a song to a mother (woman): “Oh woman, ho woman, whatever she is…whatever she is, she’s necessary”.

My way of saying Happy Mother’s Day.