Mom — The Invincible, But Invisible

Actions speak louder than words.

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I feel voiceless.

I feel underestimated.

I sacrificed everything.

But now I’m nothing.

Or at least that’s what it feels like.

I do so much. Right? I’m a person. Right? I have emotions. Right?

An ocean of thoughts but a mouth that doesn’t want to talk. A body that doesn’t want to work. And a heart full of feelings that can’t be expressed.

But time is passing by; it’s not waiting for me. So what do I do?

Once a beautiful blooming bud. Now losing its bloom. I lost all my beauty. All my progress. All my strength. All to a title.

Mom.

Responsibility upon responsibility. Chore upon chore. Task upon task.

As if I’m taken for granted, but is that the intention? I don’t think so.

I feel… Overwhelmed and underappreciated.

I have… Opinions and emotions.

I give… Love and hope.

I receive…

I receive…

I receive…

The tears come flooding out. The endless suppression of sadness and anger and frustration.

I deserve more, don’t I?

Even just a “thank you.” Even just an “I love you.” Even just a hug or a kiss.

I don’t expect anything, but it’s nice to feel appreciated. To know that what I’m doing is helpful and valued.

To be able to say, “I guess we’ll never find out” when asked, “what would I do without you?”.

I was like the beginning of fall, colorful and bright. Now I’m like the end, bare and lonely.

I was like the beginning of the snow season, smiley and playful. Now I’m like the end, full of dirt and melting.

I was like the beginning of something new and exciting. Now I’m like the end, sad and wanting to go back.

I love them. But do they love me? I’d love to know.

Just once. Just once is enough for me to become that beautiful blooming bud. To rise again among the gorgeous rays of the sun. To smile again and have that magical twinkle in my teeth.

Just one moment. Just one moment.

“Thank you”, and my heart would scream with glee and fill up, ready to take on whatever comes next.

“Thank you, Mom.”

Can you imagine what it would be like if a mom goes through that every day? It’s like a cycle on repeat, for their whole life. We may appreciate our motherly figures in our thoughts and when we’re saying what we’re grateful for, but what are we doing about it? Actions speak louder than words.

Seeing what my mom does and observing other motherly figures in my life, I see endless hard work and unconditional love. I see more being done than being appreciated. They push themselves to do their best every day, whether they have the energy or not — they’re invincible.

But they’re also like the invisible forces in our lives that are getting everything done. They don’t complain, but they deserve to be noticed, valued, and cared for. They deserve a break.

So, this Mother’s Day, take the time to value anyone who fills the motherly shoes in your life:

“Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. You’ve inspired me to do so much, even when I think I can’t. You work so hard every day to get everything done, and you still juggle two jobs plus being my wonderful mom. So thank you.”

Make their heart scream with glee and fill up, ready to take on whatever comes next.

Thanks for reading! Until next time, stay safe, happy, and healthy.