This post is for Wk 53 of The Gallery; Mother Love. Click here to see the other fabulous entries...
Mother-love is being handed the creation above and, rather than shrieking in horror and wondering where you've gone wrong in your parenting style, listening seriously as your younger son tells you that this is in fact a model of a man with spiky hair. And then giving it house-room (at least, until he forgets about it).
Or, on a more serious note...
Mother-love is collecting someone else's children from school having left your own in the care of close relatives on the other side of the world. Mother-love is decamping to a country that is freezing cold 5 months of the year, living in cramped accommodation (often sharing a room with up to 6 others), and being at the mercy of police officers who are liable to pull you out of the bus queue, drive you to a remote spot and demand money before dumping you in the middle of nowhere. If you're lucky. Mother-love is looking after other people's children when you are desperately missing your own and know that you may not see them for up to two years. Mother-love is cleaning other people's toilets and then asking their permission to get a glass of water from the cooler. Mother-love is doing all this so that you can earn enough money for your children to complete their education and hopefully go to university so that they won't have to live the life you have. Mother-love is doing all this and believing yourself fortunate.
