Naturally, by IVF, surrogacy or adoption, at a first glance, being a mother seems as easy as simply legally having a child in your possession. However, what you really need is a lot of love, patience and determination.

With how the society is structured right now, it is hard to be a successful mother, wife and woman at the same time. Waking up early in the morning, cooking for everyone, sending children off to school, and after a long tiring day at work, they just return home to more work. Having it harder than their husbands, most moms leave their jobs for the sake of their children and choose to become a housewife. Well, not really 'choose' they don’t have much of a choice when all the work starts affecting them in a bad way.

Mothers, I can't even begin to understand what their hearts are made up of to have so much love to give, without ever asking for anything in return. [u1] The way they stay up all night when their children fall sick, in fear that she might not wake up in time for the routine medication, distracting themselves with whatever they find, it’s truly admirable. They make it look so easy to answer every irrational question, solve every little curiosity, just like that. In contrast to that, as an elder sibling, I'm coming clean right now, about how hard it is to find an answer. It really is a bombardment of questions that you don’t have an answer to. Every answer just leads to another question; a never-ending loop.

In a way, a child is like a seed whose origin is unknown while mothers are like the gardeners who help this unlimited potential grow and bloom to their full extent. Love, care, affection and patience is constantly needed. Even when the child makes a mistake, carefully deciding how to defuse the situation peacefully in a way the child would understand what they did was wrong. In worst case scenario, especially in front of a child you cannot help but love, there are times when she also has to be tough. I believe that when a mother has to punish, she's the one who hurts the most.

However, even after sacrificing so much for her children, loving them infinitely, working till her bones hurt just so that her children can have a better childhood than herself, she gets no Saturdays off; in most cases, not even a 'thank you momma' as her pay. Maybe that’s because us humans do not appreciate something we haven't seen a day without. How often have you thanked the air that surrounds us? How often do you thank the rain for bringing life with them? How often do you thank the sun for shining on you? Instead, there are no doubts that you have occasionally cursed the wind for blowing too hard, the rain for all the puddles, the sun for shining too hard and mothers, for loving too much. Here's to all the mothers; I see your sacrifice, I see your love and I see you.