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By Jzarine Chris Valles Lobo
IV - Enrico Fermi


"M" is for the million things she gave me,
"O" means only that she's growing old,
"T" is for the tears she shed to save me,
"H" is for her heart of purest gold;
"E" is for her eyes, with love-light shining,
"R" means right, and right she'll always be,
Put them all together, they spell "MOTHER,"
A word that means the world to me.
-Howard Johnson

A mother stays with you throughout your life. Her words and her actions resonate. We can hear her voice echoing across time when we repeat to our children the lessons she taught us: “sit up straight,” “use your napkin,” “stop playing around and pay attention,” “say thank you,” and “if everyone else jumped off a cliff, would you jump too?” Every mother molds and shapes her children in ways large and small, from lessons as important as treating others with thoughtfulness and courtesy to tasks as small as how to fold laundry.
Years later, as we teach our own children on how to do the laundry, we might smile to recall that it was our mother who taught us to separate the white and the dark colored shirts or clothes before putting it in the washing machine. It is also probable that she was teaching us to separate it in the same way her mother had taught her, just as her mother taught her courtesy and she taught us. Those gentle hands carried the remarkable lessons of many generations.
On Mother’s Day, when we honor mothers, we also honor grandmothers and great grandmothers, whether or not we were fortunate enough to have known them in life. “Children and mothers never truly part bound in the beating of each other’s heart.” So wrote Charlotte Gray, and her words speak to the heritable nature of a mother’s love. It passes through the generations like our own DNA.
I will close my tribute to mothers and Mother’s Day with a poem by Pat O’ Reilly. It is called “A Wonderful Mother” …

A WONDERFUL MOTHER.
GOD made a wonderful mother,
A mother who never grows old;
He made her smile of the sunshine,
And He molded her heart of pure gold;
In her eyes He placed bright shining stars,
In her cheeks, fair roses you see;
God made a wonderful mother,
And He gave that dear mother to me.