"The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world"
Yes, mother is the sweetest name on earth. Her love is kindled by the Divine Flame. The ideal mother is God’s substitute on earth. She nourishes her child with her own blood in her womb and suckles it when it is out. She watches and protects it night and day. She tends it lovingly as a gardener tends his precious plants, watering, mulching, pruning, keeping off harmful pests. A good mother is patient and self sacrificing; she sleeps not while her little one is awake, and she is worried when it is ill.Of course, sad to say, there are mothers who have not played that role in the lives of their children as the poet rightly observed; “the warmest love – no other earthly love can be so warm and tender as the mother’s – yet as human beings who are prone to error, that love grows cold, and some mothers relinquish that duty and that obligation, nay! that God-given privilege and responsibility of providing the affection and nurture for their offspring. We are not here to condemn any mother. Who are we to condemn. Only the great Creator knows why a mother acts in the way she does. Let Him be the Judge. We are here to honor all mothers. Without them, we could not have been here. We owe them a duty for their labour pain for bringing us into the world. If we serve them, they will bless us. There is no blessing like that of the mother.
