When I think of motherhood, the one word which comes to mind is love. Actually, I need two words…
I’ve felt it as a son, and I see it in my wife’s eyes as we raise our three daughters.
Unconditional love isn’t always pretty. It is often loud, sometimes quite contentious. Sometimes it doesn’t even feel like love at all.
But underneath the drama and the slamming doors, the love of a mother is always there.