You know, the hardest part about growing up is watching your mum grow old.
We complain about her so much, dont we? That she talks too much, that she gets involved in everything, that she expects too much. Shes always there, worrying about things we think dont matter in the slightest.
But a mothers heart never stops looking out for her children. She loves so deeply that sometimes she mistakes love for needing to put up with everythingmood swings, shouting, being pushed away Yet, even then, shell defend the very ones who hurt her most.
There are mums who stay quiet out of love, who hide aches that quietly break them inside. And while everyone else gets on with their lives, she grows older in silence, her heart heavy with troubles that arent her own.
And when shes no longer here Thats when the most beautiful flowers are brought. Thats when the best bands are hired for the send-off. And thats when the tears come that no one can comfort.
Thats when we start wondering Why did we wait till the very end to give it all? Why didnt we appreciate her while she was still by our side?
Dont wait for your mum to be gone to realise she gave everything she had for you. Love her now. Listen to her today. Hug her today. Growing up is hard, but seeing your mum grow old without loveits even harder.
