…

It doesn’t matter what language you speak.

Being a mother is hard. It’s a lifetime of sacrifice.

Sacrifice of the physical body you had before you gave birth.

Sacrifice of time, of sleep, of any sort of self-focus.

Sacrifice of privacy, of financial selfishness.

Sacrifice of peace of mind.

And by the time we understand – appreciate – all of this, our mothers are gone.

Storms pass. Love remains.

I love you, mom – and I miss you so much more than I would have imagined.