Recently I understood that love is more than four letters, that it is not a couple relationship, it is not a kiss or a bouquet of pretty flowers, much less a love ballad. It is a feeling? yes! And it goes far beyond my thoughts, and its name is MAMA...the purest love.
My mom had a very painful childhood, which forced her to hide behind a mask of toughness and I didn't understand it until her illness as a good teacher forced her to get rid of her misconceptions, which in reality was the only thing she knew, what she gave was what she was taught was love.
With a lot of patience and therapeutic help I was helping her, until the cancer gave her no more chance...and it was at that precise moment that my mother understood that this was not the way, that she had to free herself and break the barriers that prevented her from knowing and loving herself in order to be able to give and receive love in abundance. Even if she had very little time left.
Every time my mother became aware of something, her face would light up and little by little she understood that more than loving us she needed us, she needed our love and affection because at the end of the day she didn't love herself.
div class="text-justify">Years ago my mother did not know how to give a hug, because she never received one, or a kiss, or to say "I love you" or "I love you". Until step by step, with this lived process, she was assuming and taking control of her emotions and the least expected day, my mother responded to a "I love you mom". From there my mother was showing a love that surpassed the barriers of the possible, the greatness of her love towards me was solemn, she expressed words that she could never say, and each word was loaded with a great love.... Now I know that my mother loved me with all her being, that now that she is no longer in this plane, she is still here with me, guiding me and taking care of me, although I do not feel her she is here ... That is why I say that love does have a name and it is called mother because her love was sincere and that is worth more than all the money in the world.
And although my mother understood late, life gave her the opportunity to show her great love, and here lies the importance of quality and not quantity, of the immeasurable value of a hug and an I love you, it is not the same to say I love you than I love you.
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div class="text-justify">>M ama is the name of love
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div class="text-justify">>M ention it, the greatness of his love is sublime.
>when you feel his strength.
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I end this post with this acrostic that arose suddenly, as a tribute to my great love, my mother.
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