No matter how fierce the arguments were
No matter how often shouting occurs
Afterall the two of you are still Mother and Son

My tough-as-steel MIL cried when her eldest son went for a two-week training in Paris.
As he walked through the departure gate,
she held back her tears when she waved goodbye.
But her eye-bags could hold the overwhelming liquid no more,
when her first born disappeared from sight.

Even after a day has passed, tears still flow like a faulty tap, as she related the details of her sad day to her youngest son .

Being a parent for over 40years,
nothing has changed.
Her 60+ year old heart still misses her first child when he is far away.
Her tireless mind still worries if he has enough food to eat, clothes to wear and time to sleep.

Even though her eldest child is already a parent to three kids, he remains as a kid….to her.
So dear to her…

…….

Two weeks passed
He came home safely
She did not hug him, nor say “I missed you”
All she did was cook up a storm
A kitchen filled with fragrance
Complete with food her son loved

Its her way to show how much she missed him
Its her way to show how much she loved him
Its her way to show him A Mother’s Heart…