Holding my mother’s hands is the way I want to live. My mother is an angel that came from heaven to take care of me. I know that she is only human, but how much she loves me makes her divine. Please dear God, give her the health and the wealth she so much deserves. This is my prayer today, Mother’s Day in Bolivia, for my mother and all the mothers in the world.
The hand of a mother is special. When you hold it, you can feel the tears and roughness of life incarnated in the tough skin of a mother’s hands. Even if she takes good care of her hands, they end up showing the hard work it means to be a mom. Ironically, a mother’s hands are also the softest nest for everyone. Although you may be very old to search for your mother’s caress, she will caress you with the softest hands if you need her.
Why is this so? Because she is the one in charge of making life happen on earth. The only true job of humanity is to keep life in the surface of earth in the best shape possible, although humanity did not understand this yet. This is the only job worth being paid for, but ironically it is also the only one paid only with kisses from cute babies. “The work for life” is what I call the awesome transformation of one cell into a complete human being.
There is a lot of order needed to be achieved in order to bring one life into earth. Think about what the minimum wage should be for such work, next time you hold your mother’s hands.
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