Mother
By Marsha Maung It happened so fastin a small seemingly insignificant momentit flickered, left behind a lingering scent and then it left. Even when the moments gone, I sat there wondering what it was that hit meand wondered where the thought came from. It was too sudden. I looked at my mother again as she sat there calmly with her cup of tea. Mother. This is the mother who raised me, nagged me, worried about me, ironed my clothes for me, showed me she is always there for me in ways so silent yet memorable. Shes growing old. Older and older every day. As I sit here thinking about her growing old, so am I. One fine day, shell be gonethis is fact that I dont always think about because its painful but its the truth. One day, she WILL be gone and one fine day, so will I. Sometimes you dont see the impact your mother have on you until you are struck, like me, by a significant moment. You never asked to be reminded that your mother is growing old. In fact, I thought my mother would always be with me and for meevery single day of my life. Denial? Yes, it was. A mothers job is never ending and even as I sit here chastising my sons for fighting over a ball they never played with before this, shes still watching over me, being a mother to me. She will be my mother for the rest of her life, hence, her job is never quite over because she will continue to worry about me when I am sick or when something unfortunate happens to me. She doesnt stop being a mother just because I am a mother now. In fact, the extent of her worry is larger now being a mother to a mother of two boisterous kidsthat cant be easy. As I sat there watching her sip her cup of tea, I wondered how many wrinkles on her face am I responsible for I probably caused 70% of those wrinkles with all the frowning I must have made her do. Shes growing old and so am I. over the years, I havent done much to show her how much I truly care for her and appreciate her for being there when no one else would. But I know that from now on, I will do everything I can to make sure she feels and knows that I love her in every sense of the word. If youre lucky enough to have your mother with you today, give her a call now and tell her you love her. You dont know when you will be robbed of the chance to do so. Marsha Maung is a freelance graphic designer and copy writer who works from her home in Selangor, Malaysia. She loves nothing more than blowing bubbles in the park with her 2 kids, Joshua and Jared. She designs apparel and premium items at http://www.allmomstuff.com and is the author of “Raising little magicians”, and the popular “The Lance in freelancing”. More information can be found at http://www.marshamaung.com Article Source: http://EzineArticles.com/?expert=Marsha_Maung http://EzineArticles.com/?Mother&id=327219 can you snort ativan adverse reaction to ativan buy ativan online lorazepam overdose
