What did you learn from your mother?

Mother's Day is coming up a do many of us are either excited to show our mothers how much we love them or we will spend the day thinking about the memories that we shared with them while they were with us in this earth. Many of the life lessons that we go by each and everyday we were taught by our mothers whether they be good or bad. These days many mothers seem to use their child as more of am accessory than a vessel to be fed with the right nutrients needed for both physical and mental prosperity. For those who perhaps aren't aware as mothers it is important for you to do the best you can to teach the best values to your children. There are those who have mothers who have neglected their responsibilities completely and they are left to learn on their very own. For these individuals it's important that we who belong to the wider society impart knowledge to them as best as we can. Teaching your child is very very important but many of us either forget what we were taught or neglect the teachings completely in the face of peer pressure. Today,I just want us to reflect on what we have learned the most from our mothers. How much of what we were taught will we share with our children the future. Will the seeds sown by the mothers of today bring forth healthy fruits in the future? Apart from the material things that we are so thankful that our mothers gave to us let us reflect on the important lessons that we have heard from our mothers.

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