Somehow, she knows when we’re hungry, even before we speak. She senses when something is wrong, even if we claim we’re “fine.” She can see through our lies, read between our silences, and feel our pain as if it were her own.
It is a mystery to science but a miracle to those who experience it — this ability to know us better than we know ourselves.
This intuitive understanding comes not from books, but from experience. Mothers are the first to rise and the last to sleep. They juggle a thousand tasks — feeding, comforting, working, teaching — and still find time to care for others.
On Mother’s Day, we may give chocolates, cook breakfast, or post tributes online. These gestures, though heartfelt, can never truly match what mothers give us every day: their love, their wisdom, their very selves.
So, let this ode be a reminder that behind every scolding was concern, behind every warning was foresight, and behind every act of love was a mother who simply knew best.