nandini00
Wellknown Ace
People often mistake
a mother’s love for softness.
They see the gentle hands.
The bedtime stories.
The kisses on scraped knees.
But they do not always see
the strength hidden beneath it.
A mother’s love is a quiet kind of fierce.
It is staying awake
long after exhaustion arrives.
It is carrying worries
that no one else can see.
It is loving someone so deeply
that their joy becomes your sunshine
and their pain becomes your storm.
A mother’s heart learns to live
outside of her own body.
Walking around in the people
she loves most.
That is why we celebrate their victories
as though they were our own.
That is why their tears
can break us.
That is why we would move mountains
without hesitation
if it meant easing their path.
Love like this
asks for nothing.
It keeps showing up.
Through sleepless nights.
Through mistakes.
Through heartbreak.
Through distance.
Through time.
It does not disappear
when life becomes difficult.
It digs its roots deeper.
And perhaps that is the most beautiful part.
That no matter how old they become,
no matter how far they wander,
a mother’s love remains.
Steady as the moon.
Patient as the tide.
A light left glowing in the window
for as long as they need it.
So tonight,
if you are lucky enough
to love someone this way,
know that you carry within you
one of the most powerful forces
this world has ever known.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Not strength alone.
But love.
The fierce, unwavering, impossible kind.
A mother’s love.
a mother’s love for softness.
They see the gentle hands.
The bedtime stories.
The kisses on scraped knees.
But they do not always see
the strength hidden beneath it.
A mother’s love is a quiet kind of fierce.
It is staying awake
long after exhaustion arrives.
It is carrying worries
that no one else can see.
It is loving someone so deeply
that their joy becomes your sunshine
and their pain becomes your storm.
A mother’s heart learns to live
outside of her own body.
Walking around in the people
she loves most.
That is why we celebrate their victories
as though they were our own.
That is why their tears
can break us.
That is why we would move mountains
without hesitation
if it meant easing their path.
Love like this
asks for nothing.
It keeps showing up.
Through sleepless nights.
Through mistakes.
Through heartbreak.
Through distance.
Through time.
It does not disappear
when life becomes difficult.
It digs its roots deeper.
And perhaps that is the most beautiful part.
That no matter how old they become,
no matter how far they wander,
a mother’s love remains.
Steady as the moon.
Patient as the tide.
A light left glowing in the window
for as long as they need it.
So tonight,
if you are lucky enough
to love someone this way,
know that you carry within you
one of the most powerful forces
this world has ever known.
Not anger.
Not fear.
Not strength alone.
But love.
The fierce, unwavering, impossible kind.
A mother’s love.
