Unconditional love

They say, a mother's love is the greatest, beyond any comparison. It is unconditional and forever. I learn that while I grow up, but I have never really contemplated how great my mother's love to me until last week. For the first time in my life, I realized that if that kind of love doesn't ever exist in this world, there's no way I could stand where I am today.

The school holiday has just begun, so I took the chance to go back home again, although I just went home on two weeks before. The desire to meet my family this time was driving me mad actually. I don't know why, do human often get homesick as we get older? I'm not so sure bout that either, but I'm really sure that it happens to me. So, this time the house was quite noisy as everyone were there, except my brother and his family. It was like the other night, we sat together having dinner except that we still continuously chatting although each plates were already empty. Cause we talked about very interesting topic, which like flashing back of our childhood memories. Everyone had their own story, like my younger brother, he cried at all days of his first week at school refusing to enter the classroom, instead begging the teacher to sit with his sister in her class. And my sister, she fell of from her bicycle into a big drain which left her a permanent scar on her chin that remain until today. After that, my mom told a story of mine. A story that I nearly forget. She told me, how hard it was back then to make me go to school. Every morning, she had to wake me up at least an hour (I think) before I woke up. Then, she had to drag me up to the bathroom, bathed me while I was keep knocking her hand aside from pouring the water to me (and that caused my mom's clothes all wet too). Then, she wore me the school uniform, and while wearing me my socks, I kept kicking as a way of protesting cause I really didn't wanna go to school. And she said, as I cried, my mom cried too. When she told me that, I feel like wanna cry badly. All those memories were slowly coming back into my head along with others. And slowly I realized that how bad me as a daughter, did that to my mother. I feel like I want to go back on those time and change everything. Or at least, count how much pains that I hurt my mother, how many tears that she had cried, cause I want to hurt myself back the same pains and cry the same liter of tears. But I can never do that. I know that I can never make it all right.

I don't want to make her cry anymore. It's all enough, all the pain that she had been through, I will never let her go through again. It's a MOTHER'S LOVE, is why we are here today. Sometimes when we have succeed in life, we forget that behind the success there is a soft hands that have always supported us when we are about to fall down, a wrinkled face that has always threw a soothing smile when we're having a difficult time, and a best friend that always be there for us.

p/s: when I become a mother, will I be as strong as her? As patient, as determine and as loving as her?