On Mothers

How deep does the connection between a son an a mother entrap itself in our daily lives?

So much so, that we argue passionately about the risks I take while she defends security due to her worrisome nature and I defend risk due to my entrepreneurial spirit.

So much so, that when we spend time together, we stroll slowly rather than walk normally, let alone stride quickly.

So much so, that when I make a mistake, I feel so ashamed of myself mostly for believing I may let my mother down, despite knowing the impossibility of such an event.

So much so, that the first person I hugged after graduating from college was my mother as a lone tear trickles down my cheek.

And although many times it may seem that I forget this connection when I rarely call while I am away or listen when you want to talk, I know the connection is love and I will never let this subside.

Happy Mother's Day