A passionate and absorbing bond between a mother and a child is incomparable. As infants we are dependent on our mothers for years.

She breastfeeds us, she swaddles us, she co-sleeps with us and she sings sweet lullabies for us.

If motherhood had a scent it would be that of roses, lilacs, or lavenders.

We go from revering our mothers, refusing to leave their side, to contesting their very existence, resenting their advice and warnings.

We then go from missing them, beginning to understand them and empathizing with them, to finally revering them again, longing for their advice and wisdom.

There are not many people out there willing to take you in, flaws and all, and love you with no qualms.

Your mother has always been and always will be your best friend.