A mother is the vocal cord to the voice
The metal in the sword
The gentleness of the breeze
The sea behind the wave
In essence, the subtle power behind the concrete things of this world.
Lots of times we only notice the effect without paying heed to the cause
If there is a person who throws oneself upon the world with great power, there are always people who have silently but steadily worked behind that person.
A mother is just like that, she is the one who forms the thread that stitches the personality of a person, makes the person a whole, a multidimensional being who isn't ripped apart by divergent thoughts.
In fact I would say the problem with the world today is the lack of mothers. We have too many parents, too less career building, self sacrificing mothers.
