For all those who might have read ma merveilleuse mère and did not understand it, here’s a translation.
it is quite common that when people talk about their mothers, they talk about love, comfort, compassion and other grand emotions. To me, my mom is the strongest broken vessel. Time and time again, she has been broken for our sakes- honestly I think mine in particular. I’ve watched her pick up the pieces and when she’s almost there she just geta broken again. I’ve watched her break down in tears a million times, taking us- the family, up to God in prayer. She constantly claims we are her hope, her reason for hanging on to life but the truth remains that we keep on pushing because her and our dad. I cannot begin to say all she is, has been and will always be to me. I may not have the strength to give her a piggyback ride as she does me on all my birthdays to remind me that she is always there to pick me up but if I have to due for anyone apart from Jesus, it’ll be her or my father. The greatest love I have learnt from her is not being the greatest source of strength for those you love physically but to love them enough to be broken when they’re hurt, hurting when they’re weak, angered when they have been wronged and on our knees lifting them up to our Heavenly Father when they need help. In my 18 years, 5 months and 19 days on earth, I have known her the longest and I will not trade that knowledge for any worldly gains. I don’t know much, but this much I do know, GOD HAS PLANS FOR YOU MUMMY, PLANS TO MAKE YOU PROSPER AND NOT PLANS TO MAKE YOU PERISH, PLANS TO GIVE YOU A FUTURE AND A HOPE. I LOVE YOU MUM. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU.
