There is an enduring tenderness in the love of a mother to a son,
that transcends all other affections of the heart.
It is neither to be chilled by selfishness,
nor daunted by danger, nor weakened by worthlessness, nor stifled by ingratitude.
She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience;
she will surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment;
she will glory in his fame, and exult in his prosperity; and if adversity overtake him, he will be the dearer to her by misfortune;
and if disgrace settle upon his name, she will still love and cherish him; and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to him.
Even He that died for us upon the cross, in the last hour, in the unutterable agony of death, was mindful of His mother, as if to teach us that this holy love should be our last worldly thought,—the last point of earth from which the soul should take its flight for heaven.
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
I will link this to:Make It Pretty Monday at The Dedicated House
A Return to Loveliness at A Delightsome Life
Seasonal Sundays at The Tablescaper
Sunny Simple Sundays at Sunny Simple Life
Blissful Whites Wednesday at Timewashed
Make the Scene Monday at Alderberry Hill