Motherhood: Selflessness Personified

It’s something we would take for granted, not thinking of how pervasive the act of being a mother is. I am unabashed to say here that this piece is primarily done to eulogize and extol the virtuousness, altruism and purity that is evident in a Mother’s actions.

Thus any who feel they cannot stand the rather insistent commendation I am about to give, should leave now or forever hold their peace. I cannot think of anyone more worthy of praise after my Creator than my Mother. Even now that I am all grown up and have started my own family it’s more evident than ever what Motherhood signifies. It is a special role through which humanity has been able to continue marching into the arms of Future without which we would have lost cultures, values, customs, and even ways of our lives.

Just as the unimaginable joy of a mother seeing her child for the first time cannot be quantified nor put to words, so also the pain and/or anguish of childbirth would best not be imagined. Only the joy would be capable of reducing such.

Yet birth after birth we see mothers repeating the ritual despite the experience they have gone through. It defies logic and reason & only a Mother can fathom this & put it in its right context. Though I dare not (or rather cannot) hold brief for our Mothers, indeed I am awash with utter amazement & wonder making me to repeatedly exclaim my ardor for this selflessness.

Fatherhood, though less strenuous & exemplary compared is a shadow to the underestimated role of Motherhood. No wonder the greatest of Mankind; may peace & blessings of Allah be upon him said that thrice should every living soul adore, honor & recognize the one who bore him to this world!

No amount of material achievement can be an equal repayment of our Mothers’ efforts in nurturing us to maturity. Perhaps this explains why Generals, Tycoons, & Kings and Presidents are mere ‘Babies’ as if on the day ‘She’ held them for the first time on arriving into this world. The world sees us for what we have become only; while she ‘knows’ what we were as well as what we are…

In conclusion, let me end by saying here that though I cannot find words enough to tell your story Mother, my Heart is filled with your love and I hope you will always remember that there’s none like you.

Your son,
Aliyu.

November 3, 2011 at 7:15am