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Forever Her Boy: Reflections on a Mother’s Enduring Love and Strength

My-mother

Always honor your mother, never raise your voice or lose respect for her, even in moments of frustration. She is the one who loved you before you even knew what love meant. From the moment you existed merely as a heartbeat, a mere whisper of life, she endured every hardship and overcame every obstacle to bring you safely into this world. Can you imagine the depth of her love? For nine months, she carried you in her womb, feeling every movement as you grew.

She gave up sleep, personal peace, and often her own well-being to ensure you thrived. The moment she held you for the first time, her world transformed completely. Her ambitions and dreams reshaped—they were all about you now. Have you ever looked deeply into her eyes and seen all that she carries within? The silent prayers she utters for your success, her quiet concerns for your future, and all the sacrifices she keeps unspoken—the lines on her face and her weary smiles are tributes to the countless nights she spent by your side and the challenges she faced to provide you a better life than hers.

She is more than the woman who gave you life. She is the steadfast rock that grounds you, the beacon that guides you when you stray, always ready to forgive and understand, regardless of the mistakes you make. She is your fiercest protector, your most patient educator, and your truest supporter. But how often do we acknowledge her sacrifices? How frequently do we express our recognition of her love, her struggles, her bravery in everything she does?

Cherish her, make her smile, and value every moment spent with her because one day, you may realize that you were blessed with the purest love imaginable right beside you, irreplaceable and invaluable.

I still recall how you would introduce me to people, proudly announcing, “This is my boy,” and making everyone smile—even though I had long outgrown being a boy. I would respond with a gentle, smiling reminder, “Mom, I’m a grown man now.” I also fondly remember you saying he is the “sword who is protecting my back,” a phrase that always filled me with a sense of strength.