People always hail mothers as heroes: creatures with love so in abundant that they require nothing in return.
I'm a mom of four, and I don't see it that way.
It's the children who have the unconditional love towards their parents.
No matter how much we suck as being one, they would love us.
No matter how bad (God forbid!) we treat them, they would love us.
When we are angry at them for reason that is not entirely theirs , perhaps because we are too tired, or too stressed out with other things in life, they would just swallow it and still love us.
They would love us no matter how we dress, no matter how we act, no matter how silly we are, regardless of the many mistakes we've made, and so on.
When things go bad, as in divorce, more than few would feel that part of it was their fault.
When things are not good in the household, some would feel that they are to blame.
You look into your children eyes, and you'd know that their love for us are unconditional.
Just because we happen to be their parents.
Having children is our choice. Being our children are not theirs. It's a given.
And yet they love us with all their being.
/sapobi
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