The hardest part of growing up is watching your mum get older.
How often do we grumble about her? That she chats too much, that shes got her nose in everything, that she asks too much of us. That shes always hovering, worrying about things we see as complete nonsense.
But a mothers heart never clocks off from looking out for her children. She loves so fiercely, sometimes she confuses love with the need to simply put up with absolutely everything. She puts up with shouting, moods, being pushed away and even then, shes still the first to defend the ones who break her heart the most.
There are mums who stay quiet for love, who hide aches that nearly shatter them. And while everyone else carries on with life, she grows older in silence heart heavy from carrying burdens that arent even hers.
And then, when shes gone
Thats when the most expensive bouquets turn up.
Thats when the fanciest string quartet is booked.
Thats when the tears come the sort nobodys left to wipe away.
Then, those questions pop up, sharp as a paper cut.
Why do we always wait till the eleventh hour to give it all? Why dont we appreciate her while shes still here?
Dont wait until your mum has gone to realise that she gave you her whole life.
Love her today.
Listen to her today.
Hug her today.
Growing up is a pain but watching your mum age without your love? That hurts even more.
