Chronicle of mother’s love

        What are the moments we can see a mother doing her best? I never thought about this. A mother is a mother, simple as that: when her babies are born, when she takes care of them, when her kids are sick or not, or when her eyes are filled with tears on the first day at school. When she defends them for any reason, she fights and refuses accusations against them or celebrates their victories. Poor or rich, educated or not, mothers are the same. They are fans of their kids’ success, and she doesn’t care if it is simple or not, because everything is a reason for celebrating with smiles and nervous applause.
       They defend their kids against the world, sometimes against their conscience. When they do things that mothers don’t think are correct, they are capable of calling the authorities, but they want their kids back, alive. They are ready to hold on to them and bet again on their future.
        Mothers recognizes the kids’ clothes are unappropriated. She can prevent the weather when she looks through the window and finds an unknown sign of rain, or when the weather changes. She can imagine danger ahead, and she visualizes it. She can describe an enemy with details as if she had known him for a long time.
        For me, the best moment is when a mother walks down the street with her kids in her hands.
        The street, unlike home, is a dangerous place. On the streets, there are people walking for many reasons. They are mixed in the crowd, but mothers aren’t.
        They cross the crowd and open the path to their kids. They are active to take care of them like a mentor. Their tenacity to protect them is like they had thousands of eyes.
       On the streets, their kids follow them towards a trail that only mothers know. The path that mothers walk is a secure and comfortable way.
       We can notice mothers’ looks because sometimes they scare us. It is alert, hard, and vigilant. Sometimes they are elegant, or they wear simple clothes because they are in an emergency. Even if they walk in the part most hidden of the pavement, it’s possible to see, among women’s faces, the mothers’ faces.
      When the rain falls and the streets are full of people, a mother looks for transportation home, with her baby in her arms and other kids clinging to her legs, people open space for her. Because people recognize a mother by her looks.

Photo from: Foto de J W en Unsplash 

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