They remember the tiny, teary-eyed tearaways we were when we were born, they dream of the beautiful, blushing brides we will be when we grow up... They sit up all night waiting on us when we fall ill, they sit up all night to help us when we need help, they sit up worrying all night when we are out and haven't called yet. They always remember the first kick, the first tooth, the first fall, the first heartache. After years of nurture, when we are ready to fly high with our own wings, mothers hold onto the memory of the child we once were - that bond is unbreakable. That's why whenever, as Simon Armitage says, "any distance greater than a single span/requires a second pair of hands," we reach out to find those of our mothers'.
Mothers never let us down when we try to get back up.
Mothers love us not for what we do, but for who we are.
Mothers see us at our worst, yet still see in us our best.
Photograph by Suby
Words by Sinem
"Ars longa, vita brevis"
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