“Take a jacket with you!”. We all know this phrase, this characteristic slogan that unites classic Greek women. We hear it every day, but close by phone or she will be there to tell us to get a cardigan. No matter how old you are, the weather will always be bad and you will have to dress well and of course someone will have to tell you that when you reach 40 years old you have two little logs “You don't know yet when you grow up …”.
Always on a plaque background rather than an ironic insult, this briefly describes the woman who brought us into this cruel world. Our mom. A name, thousands of life experiences engraved within us. The only person who thinks about your actions before you even imagine yourself.
He gave birth to us, he brought us up, he was there in every step of our lives and not just one he just chose. This woman can't have a place in your life, she won't know if you are okay and if you are worried about something. Let's not forget, of course, every mom is like Google, she knows everything. Even if the whole world says that the Earth is a sphere, they will not accept it if you believe otherwise.
The point is that it will support you in every way and with every possible force on the planet, because you just don't want to see you get upset. You are her child. It brought you into the world, you're part of it. She cannot bear to see her fruit being against the whole world and she remains idle.
They used to tell us, your mother above all, and we were either weird looking or sour because a little while ago we were probably arguing with her about another trivial matter. The truth is, however, that there was no wrangling from the beginning. For this to happen, both members need to keep – albeit momentarily – angry at each other and seek a fight. Here's the secret, your mother, my friend, whatever you do, whatever you say to her, will never really make you angry. There is no explanation, the most obvious.
For her, everyone around you is trying to hurt you and make you feel sorry, so she'll be there to get in front of you to eat the thunderstorm from bullets meant for you. And he will do it again without hesitation. No matter how much she hurts the things she hears about you from others, when she defends you, she will do so with a wide and peaceful smile, knowing that she is doing it for her child.
He will be there to help you get up after any strokes and tell you to keep your head high, not be a fugitive and love you very much. With this phrase you just hear it, everything softens inside you, the anger and the blur is gone and you can think again clearly.
Dear Manula, remember when Maraki told you to split up and you went out and drank what you found and when you got home, he took you by the hand and like when you were five he put you to sleep. Or when Kostakis hurt you and said painful things, you cried and fell asleep in her arms as she comforted you. But the most interesting thing, and what makes it special, is that the next morning when you went to the kitchen it was there with no frustration in the eyes, but with a smile and a good morning. Because mom will be there at all.
How much our mother has hurt for us is not said. The cry that has been cast instead of casting us and glances blankly in search of the answer to the question “Did I do anything wrong? I am doing well;” have been countless times. He watched you when they slept and when you saw nightmare, it hurt you, but it also reassured you to go to sleep. She never sleeps, don't cheat. It is ubiquitous.
Our mother was, is and will always be our best and most human. Unfortunately we are slowly understanding this. So it would be good as long as we have her next to give her only smiles and joys and not bitterness and weeping. We said it anyway, it hurts more. Our mom.
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