This topic is one of my most favorite ones which I like to write about it every year. Tomorrow is called mother's day in Iran, something same as 2nd Sunday of May in the US.
Honestly speaking I hadn't understood the meaning of MOTHER until the birth of Rozana. Maybe it's a repeated story but at the first moments of consciousness after the operation a blast of feelings rushed into my mind and I was appreciating my mom's kindnesses with no taught about Rozana's health. I can still remember that moment clearly.
All of mother's are automatically programmed for even getting sacrificed for the sake of their children. This instinct is causing even many problems for them but they are unintentionally kind... My mom, Abji, Mehrdad's mom, my aunt,.. ,maybe Rozana in not very far future...
Today we are going to a trip to North of Iran, with my parents and cousins who are coming from Mashad. KhaleMehri is not with us and we are somehow getting together to pretend her absence is heeling but we all know it's not true. I know my mom is missing my brothers and her sister. I know nothing is same as last year. I know all of these facts but I think I'm again lucky for having the opportunity of being with my mom and family.
*Congratulations to all kind, nice mothers who are the reason of our being most of the times.*
Honestly speaking I hadn't understood the meaning of MOTHER until the birth of Rozana. Maybe it's a repeated story but at the first moments of consciousness after the operation a blast of feelings rushed into my mind and I was appreciating my mom's kindnesses with no taught about Rozana's health. I can still remember that moment clearly.
All of mother's are automatically programmed for even getting sacrificed for the sake of their children. This instinct is causing even many problems for them but they are unintentionally kind... My mom, Abji, Mehrdad's mom, my aunt,.. ,maybe Rozana in not very far future...
Today we are going to a trip to North of Iran, with my parents and cousins who are coming from Mashad. KhaleMehri is not with us and we are somehow getting together to pretend her absence is heeling but we all know it's not true. I know my mom is missing my brothers and her sister. I know nothing is same as last year. I know all of these facts but I think I'm again lucky for having the opportunity of being with my mom and family.
*Congratulations to all kind, nice mothers who are the reason of our being most of the times.*
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