Everyone in the family has his
own role but I was always admiring mum’s role. A lot of things
depend on her, on how she is going to deal with them… Maybe it
was my mother’s face which made me feel like that as she was so
patient, so clever, so silent…so sweet, so willing to offer!
I cannot forget the
story she used to narrate us which has been created to show the
mother’s real love…Maybe it is a myth known in many countries of
the Earth. You will tell me if you have heard it!
Once upon a time a
mother had a son. Her husband died very early and she had to
work very hard to bring up her boy. She was out of the house
almost all the day washing in rich houses. The young boy was
waiting for her late in the afternoons… She was coming back very
tired, really exhausted but she was smiling happy when she was
opening the door and she was seeing her boy waiting for her with
his books around him. This was her dream, to see him a famous
scientist one day! And she managed it. The boy was very good at
school, he studied hard and he became a doctor. His mother was
suffering by arthritis caused by the cold and hot water. Don’t
forget! She was washing all the day so many years. But she was
happy, she was proud of her son who became famous. He was
looking after his mother, he was visiting her every day and he
was giving her a sweet kiss which made her forget her pain. It
was the best drug for her pain. Then her son loved a woman, a
rich young lady who did not care about her husband’s mother or
she rather hated her. She was ashamed of her mother in law as
she was a simple old woman so strange for her way of living. The
son changed his behavior and he forgot his mother. He was
visiting her very seldom and the old woman felt so lonely. Day
by day the son completely forgot his mother and his wife was so
pleased feeling that he belonged to her. As the years went by
the “famous doctor” forgot his mother at all and she was so ill,
so old, so alone… But she was praying for her son and his wife
to be healthy and happy!
The “bad wife” was not
sure for her husband’s love as his mother was still alive. And
she had an idea: when her birthday came she asked her husband a
gift. He was ready to do everything for her.
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“I would
like to bring me your mother’s hurt” she told him
He stayed silent for a moment
but this would be a present she wanted so much. He should do it.
He killed his old mother, took her heart and he was running to
his wife. As he was in a hurry he fell down and his knee has
been wounded. The same moment the mother’s heart asked him:
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“Did you
feel a pain, my child?”
This is true! The mother’s love
is the unique real love. Maybe there are today and they used to
be during past times examples of bad, cruel mother’s behavior
all over the world. But those are so few and they cannot change
the ruler!
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