My mother gave birth to me but my child made me a mother.
My mother loved me forever but my child’s love for me made me eternal.
My mother silently wiped my tears but my child’s smile dried my silent tears.
My mother allayed my worries and fears but my child gave me courage to face my worries and fears.
My mother made me laugh even when she grieved but my child laughter pushed aside my grief.
My mother could see my face and tell if I was well but my child listens to my voice to know if I am well.
My mother has made me what I am but my child tells me what I am to him.
My mother guided me in the path she chose for me but my child seeks my guidance on the path he chose for himself.
My mother is my past but my child has made my past, present and future converge.
My mother gave me a life to live, and my child gave me a reason to live.
Two sides of the story, two different roles but yet share a shared destiny and common goals where love and only love and happiness prevails.
It is when a daughter become a mother she is reborn to reflect and relay the love she has got.