A mother's pain is never known. A mother's pain runs deep. A mother's pain is not evident as she rides the warpath. A mother's pain echoes through her bones as she begs for her children's protection and success. A mother pains at the thought of her children leaving. A mother's pains do not ease once her children have gone. I will never know the pain my mother felt or feels, as perception is relative. However, I know the pains that I feel in reference to my own children and I am indebted to my mother for the pain that she endures because of me.
If you are not a mother, liken motherhood to your heart being shredded daily. Imagine someone reaching in, grabbing your heart from your chest and crushing it. The pain would be much less.
I love you, Mom. I love you, my children.