{"id":3230,"date":"2025-05-02T15:21:48","date_gmt":"2025-05-02T09:51:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.stsebastianaquem.com\/web\/?p=3230"},"modified":"2025-05-02T15:21:49","modified_gmt":"2025-05-02T09:51:49","slug":"fond-memories-of-a-heart-that-never-stopped-giving-mothers-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stsebastianaquem.com\/web\/fond-memories-of-a-heart-that-never-stopped-giving-mothers-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Fond memories of a Heart That Never Stopped Giving: Mother’s love"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

“She is clothed with strength and dignity; she can laugh at the days to come. She speaks with wisdom, and faithful instruction is on her tongue. She watches over the affairs of her household and does not eat the bread of idleness. Her children arise and call her blessed;<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Proverbs 31:25-28<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although it may seem logically paradoxical, there’s a timeless wisdom nestled within the saying: “God couldn’t be everywhere, so He created mothers.” Beneath its poetic surface lies a profound truth\u2014an acknowledgment of the boundless love, care, and presence that mothers bring into our lives. In that single thought exists an entire universe of meaning, compassion, and grace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

That early morning the phone wouldn\u2019t stop ringing and these out of normal hour calls always gives me jitters. I picked it up, tensed my heart already sinking. It was my relative on the other end, his voice shaken. He told me my mother\u2019s condition had turned critical \u2014 she could go at any moment. He urged me to come to Goa immediately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Without wasting a second, my wife and myself booked the first flight out that evening. But fate had its own plans. We missed our connecting flight in Mumbai, and what should have been a morning arrival turned into an agonizing delay \u2014 we finally reached Goa in the late afternoon. Every minute felt like a lifetime.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The whole time, I kept calling, hoping for an update, some sliver of good news. But all I was told was that she had been in a coma for a week. No signs of improvement. No change. Just a fragile thread holding her to this world.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

And then, as we stepped into the house \u2014 exhausted, anxious, desperate \u2014 something unimaginable happened. She opened her eyes. Just for a moment. She looked straight at me, with a stream of tears running down her cheek. And then next, in a split of a second\u2026… she was gone!!!<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In that fleeting second, it was as if she had been holding on\u2014just for me. Her eyes, tired yet full of something eternal, met mine one last time, like her soul needed that final glimpse before letting go. I stood there, powerless, watching the most important person in my world slip away. I would\u2019ve given anything\u2014my breath, my years, the whole world\u2014just to keep her a moment longer. But none of it mattered now. That was it. One breath, and everything changed. The universe around me cracked open, and something inside me shattered in a way that would never heal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother\u2019s Day as it is celebrated internationally on 11th May every year is more than a date on the calendar. It\u2019s a pause, a breath, a moment to reflect on the one soul who has loved us with a fierce, unconditional love from the very beginning \u2014 our mother.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From the first heartbeat we ever heard, long before we even knew the world, she was there. Her arms became our first home, her voice our first melody, and her love the first thing we ever truly felt. She carried us before we could carry ourselves. And even now, no matter how far we\u2019ve grown or how old we become, her love continues to wrap around us like a warm, invisible blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

No matter how skilled a cook your wife may be, no gourmet meal can quite match the warmth of your mother\u2019s simplest dish. It\u2019s not just the taste \u2014 it\u2019s the memory, the love, the comfort stirred into every bite.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A mother sacrifices more than we\u2019ll ever fully know. The sleepless nights, the quiet worries, the dreams put on hold so ours could be born. She cheered the loudest when we won, and she held us closest when we fell. She believed in us when we didn\u2019t believe in ourselves. Her love doesn\u2019t demand anything in return \u2014 it simply gives endlessly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But often, we forget to thank her. Life moves quickly. We grow up. We get busy. We assume she knows. But today, on Mother\u2019s Day, this year, let us stop. Let us remember. Let us feel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

If your mother is still with you, hold her a little closer today. Call her. Sit with her. Listen \u2014 not just to her words, but to her heart. Don\u2019t wait for a “right time” to tell her you love her. That time is now. Every moment you get with her is a gift that not everyone still has. I know that all too well. She may not always say it, but she notices when you show up. She feels your love in the smallest gestures \u2014 a warm hug, a shared cup of tea, a random phone call just to ask how her day was. You don\u2019t need grand things. She never wanted them. What she wants is you \u2014 your time, your presence, your attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Some of us, including me, no longer have our mothers here with us. Ask us who have lost them. The ache of their absence grows a little heavier on days like today. So many of us carry the silent ache of losing our mothers. The things we didn\u2019t say. The time we thought we had. The moments we took for granted. For me, I miss the unwavering discipline of my mother\u2014how even her silence spoke volumes. Her steady rules felt rigid then, but now I see they shaped the strength I carry today. If you\u2019re lucky enough to still have her in your life, please \u2014 don\u2019t wait. Love her. Cherish her. Be there for her. Because one day, all that\u2019s left will be memories \u2014 and the hope that she always knew just how deeply she was loved.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Mother\u2019s Day is not just a celebration of one woman \u2014 it\u2019s a tribute to the quiet strength of motherhood itself. To grandmothers, aunts, stepmothers, mothers-in-law, foster mothers, and mother figures \u2014 you are the unsung HEROES of our lives. You are the heartbeats that keep families together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Happy Mother\u2019s Day \u2014 today and always.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

– Agnelo A. S. Fernandes
(Ward 12)<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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