So, it’s Mother’s Day, which means gifts, hugs & kisses and love. And for a good reason too, mothers bore us for 9 month in a feat that only women can do - unless you’re a seahorse or in a bad comedy movie called Junior - And like many things that we can’t attest too unless tried ourselves, we men can never really understand how hard it is to be pregnant or to go into labour. We can sometimes develop the same symptoms as pregnancy and that’s called Couvade Syndrome... or Sympathetic pregnancy, but that’s as far as we go.

Now everyday should be a Mother’s Day, but since that is absolutely impossible, we get to celebrate them on the 21 of each march. We get to salute great mothers, strong mothers, single mothers, working mothers, stay at home mothers, normal mothers and even bad mothers. They each contributed to life and tried their best.

Mothers have the greatest influence on us growing up and shaping us to be who we are now. Anyone great either had a great mother or a great woman behind him who was a great mother. I mean just check the quotes of celebrities and presidents.

And while moms tend to drive us crazy specially us guys, we grow up and learn that it comes from a place of love. The many times you stormed off to your room in anger because your mom said no to going out with a friend to a certain place, and then you find out that a cop raid happened at that place and that you were lucky you were eating the wallpaper out of anger. Or that at every single wedding she would go around asking about possible brides and getting feedback and giving you a report and ask…”ha 3agbk 7ad”... to which my answer always is “La2a” and yet doing it all over again the next wedding, or non wedding, pretty much anywhere that has a gathering and oh if she met a newly wed…! Truth be told bardo, she is not pushing me awi like other mothers do, she hasn’t lost all hope yet but now knows better than to force the matter on me. Tab3an that doesn’t stop her from throwing hints all the time like that other day she showed me a picture of my youngest brothers in their cribs and then sighed and said “Shof a7ok mashallah, aho etgwaz wenta lesa” the amazing thing about that picture was I found out the crib still exists!

For those of you who read my last article “Single”...well you know I am still single and for those who didn’t... Mmmm, now you know too. The ultimate test for my future wife would be my mom, if she passes my mom... she is gold. Heck my dad is the best judge of character I know and I’d still take my mom’s input over his and mine. See I can’t trust other peoples judgement, I myself might be clouded with emotions to think clearly, dad might be filled up with joy that I will finally move out he will not speak up, my friends would be either jealous of her or happy I am falling down the same trap they did, they won’t say a word and my brothers... well, they are younger so I don’t take anything they say about life to heart. But my mom… my mom will always want the best for me, she comes from a place of pure love.

My mom is amazing, not only did she manage to keep in line 4 boys that are twice her size while my dad was overseas, she was there for us when we needed her every single time. And although at times she was tough and we never understood why she would say No and do certain actions, they always tried their best to protect us. It’s not our job to ask why, it’s our duty to obey and listen... to the best of your abilities.

So this goes out to my mom and to all the mothers out there, soon to be mothers, would be mothers and even women who take care of us like our mothers… For giving us life... Thank you Mom...............and dad.

By: Hesham El Dahmy