May 10th - Mother's Day
Every year when this day arrives, most people make the commentary that it should be mother’s day and that it should be celebrated every day. And although it might sound trite, the truth is that a mother is someone whose most sensible fibers vibrate making her move in such a way that, when thinking about her children, she is able all by herself to overcome any obstacle that prevents her from being or doing whatever is necessary for the well-being of her family, and therefore the least we can do is to acknowledge her.
According to God’s orders all mothers should be honored every moment through our actions and attitudes and I would add that especially those mothers that for one reason or other do not have the support of a husband or companion.
 There are many stories about heroic mothers who in spite of events and adverse circumstances knew how to get ahead even when everything was against them, becoming a living testimony of the deep love they feel for their children, which was the base from which they were able to courageously face up to life. Nevertheless before quoting some of them on this very special day, I would like to invite you to turn inside in a private moment, just like me and see who was the one responsible by the grace of God who made it possible that we were born into this world.
I am certain that just like in my case, if you look at the past you will find a woman who independent of her beliefs and physical, mental, emotional and spiritual characteristics, did everything that was possible for her to deliver us into this world, nursing, raising, educating and guiding us to grow in the best way she believed was possible.
It is impossible for anyone to be perfect and most certainly this truth does not exclude mothers. My mother, for example, in her desire to give me the best education without having anyone to tell her how to accomplish this, made mistakes some of which she herself perhaps considers unforgivable. Not long ago right before entering an emergency operation my mother begged me with tears in her eyes to forgive her for the mistakes she said she made towards me. To which I responded: Mother, whatever you are asking my forgiveness for, of course I forgive you. Truly I tell you that everything is alright and that on the contrary, I am the one who during many occasions throughout the years, did not appreciate and value enough all that you yourself had to experience and give up in order for me to be able to live and to continue on this earth today. Nothing of what I have lived and especially my encounter with Jesus, would have been possible if you had not accepted me in your belly and your home. It is me, my beloved mother, who has to ask for your forgiveness and I am sure that God will take care of you personally during this surgery, because surely he will allow us to spend more time together so that I may honor you in many ways and repay at least part of all the things you have done for me and my brothers and sisters.
Pondering on this I can clearly observe that the person to whom I owe most in this world is my mother. She has never let an opportunity pass without letting me know through some detail that she loves me and that for her I am the best.  She never forgets neither my favorite conversation topic nor my favorite dish. In addition of course she does not forget what makes me angry or what makes me laugh. Just by taking one look at me she has always known what inner situation I was in. She has been with me –although she might have been at a distance– throughout every moment of my life and especially through the most difficult moments. Unlike her, those difficult moments knocked me down showing me that there is still a lot that needs to be shaped within my character.
Mom did not have time to reflect whether the way she was guiding or educating me was correct, the world closed in on her and she had to respond with her understanding in the best possible way, since during that time everything she lived through was a matter of life or death. I am certain that many times she not only had to forgo things and deny herself in order for me to live and to get ahead, but also often she had to push herself to the maximum and struggle in her daily life for me and my brothers and sisters to survive, although I did not see it personally.
The most fascinating thing about my mother is that she has kept up her joy through all these years. I have never known anybody else who would dress up and go to work every day with such enthusiasm. Obviously when she returned it was possible to notice her fatigue, nevertheless precisely at those moments she would ask me with a big smile to close my eyes, in order to surprise me when she asked me to open them again, with a present she had brought me that day.
Many moments have combined to form my life, but those that sustained me through the most difficult times, my defeats, my downfalls and my stumbles were the ones I lived by the side of my mother when I was between four and thirteen years old. During that period Sundays were very special, especially those Sundays she  had off because we knew that after attending church services she would take to us to buy the newspaper and our preferred comic strips, and after eating a delicious casserole chicken prepared by her, my sister Angelica, my mother and I, laying on the bed would frolic while reading. Usually after this my mother would fall asleep and I remember when seeing her like that, I would think: "How beautiful my mother is", and curling up at her side, I would also fall asleep while my sister would do the same.
Thank you Mom for so many things!... and amongst them I cannot leave out thanking you infinitely for having bought me with such effort that red bicycle with small front tire. You have no idea how happy I was with that bike.
Mom I acknowledge you for being a loving, brave, devoted, committed, honest, beautiful and giving woman. Nobody in the world could have done a better job than you as my mother. With all my soul, my being and my heart I say thanks and I thank God for your life.
I am sure, dear reader-friend, that if you look back on your life, independent of what your life has been like or what your life looks like right now, you will also see and admit that nobody in the world could have done a better job in the role of your mother than your own mother. Therefore in case she is still alive, go visit her (never mind how far the distance may be), and give her a big Mother’s Day hug just like me. I already hugged my mother and I will do it again on the 10th of this month. And in case your mother is not alive anymore, then I invite you to pray tonight and thank God for having chosen her as your mother, asking him to keep her in his beautiful arms.
Happy Mother’s Day!
Jesús de Avila – El Editor
Email: editor@pvmirror.com
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