ALWAYS THE BEST MOM

by Earlie Doriman
In the UK, Mothering Sunday is celebrated every fourth Sunday of Lent. Traditionally, it is a time when children pay respect to their mothers by giving them gifts, cards, or flowers. Mothering Sunday is actually Mother’s Day in other countries. Although not celebrated at the same time around the world, Mother's day remembers the great courage and extraordinary love of all the mothers, from the moment they conceived a child to the painful experience of labour, their love never changed.

This year, here in England, this special day falls on April 3. The celebration is also known ‘Refreshment Sunday’ or Pudding Pie Sunday. To the devoted Christians, whilst the observance of fasting is religiously followed, Mothering Sunday provides a bit of a pause from the rule in respect to the ‘Feeding of the Five Thousand’, a familiar biblical account. To me, Mother’s Day is more than an ordinary celebration. It is remembering and expressing gratitude to all the moms in the world.  It is through them, through their care, through their own life and soul, through their unconditional love, that we too are able to celebrate life.

We do have different mothers. We were brought up in diverse ways and experience their love as they share it to us in their own uniqueness. They are our genuine heroes that for nine long months, they become our shield and our home, our spirit and soul. There is indeed more than a million reasons to say thank you and celebrate Mother’s Day.


To our 'Nanay' who has been so wonderful throughout the years, words may not be enough to tell you how much we appreciate everything but God knows how grateful and thankful we are for giving us a mum like you.


To my wife, my inspiration and my life, thank you for sharing your heart and soul and for giving me two precious children. Happy Mother's Day. 

Let me share this poem which I wrote when my eldest son Matthew was still in her mother’s womb. My wife being a very wonderful mother too to our two children, equally deserves the sweetest gratitude for mothers around the world.

YOUR   MAMA’S  LOVE

It’s funny to ask you my little one

These questions I grope in mind

But allow me to know it though

And pardon me if I’m a baby too

When your Mama takes her vitamins?

How does it reach to you?

Or when she guzzles a lot of rice

Do you find it nice?

When Mama drinks her morning milk?

Does that provide you a fine clench?

Or when she tries to sip soda

Are you bothered about the cola?

The chocolates that she likes to bite

Do they deliver you a strike?

Or probably you like them much

Since you don’t give a complaining spank

I suppose you love the bread, the butter, and yogurts

Fish and chips too, or some chicken and pork,

Most likely ice cream, crisps, and bits of nuts

Just like your mother, no exemptions or buts

Do you like strawberries, the cherries, and apples?

Your Mama chomps them fresh and pure

Yet yellow banana is what she likes more

The nutrient’s whole but potassium makes it full

How about the music that she loves to listen

Does it offer you a harmony to swing?

How about the songs that she never sings

Could you ever tell me how you adore them

These my little one are the queries in my mind

And you might not answer them with expectant smile

One thing I am certain with you inside

Your Mama loves you so much, no ifs and no buts