You know, the hardest part about growing up is realising your mum is getting older.
We complain about her all the timesaying she talks too much, shes always interfering, or wants too much from us. Shes always hovering around, worrying herself silly over things we think are just minor.
But mums never stop looking out for their kids, do they? Their hearts are just wired for it. Sometimes they love so fiercely that the lines blur between caring and just quietly enduring everythingthe shouting, the mood swings, even when we push them away. And despite all that, shell still defend the very people who hurt her the most.
There are mums who suffer in silence out of love, hiding pains that eat away at them. And while everyone else moves on with life, she grows old quietly, carrying everyone elses burdens in her tired heart.
But when shes gone thats when all the most beautiful flowers turn up. Thats when everyone hires the fanciest music, and the tears comethe kind no ones left to wipe away.
And only then do we wonderwhy did we wait til the end to give her everything? Why didnt we cherish her when she was really here?
Dont wait for your mum to be gone to realise she spent her whole life for you. Love her now. Listen to her now. Give her a squeeze now. Growing up is toughbut seeing your mum grow old without love, that hurts even more.
