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If you are a mother, do you assume yourself beautiful?

What makes you beautiful as a Mother? I am not talking about your beauty from any other's perspective. I am asking what your heart thinks about it. Let's take examples of mothers you know personally. What makes them so amazing? Is their beauty about how they physically look OR how they look at their kids? You might not assume yourself graceful but fact is You Are. Sometimes we tend to ignore what little things we do everyday that make big changes in life. We, mothers, often consider ourselves insignificant because we always look upon our failures. But believe me, mothers are running this whole universe. 
No language can express the power, the beauty and the majesty of a mother's love..
A mother is beautiful when she confronts her baby in middle of night..
She is beautiful when she reads for her kids even being badly tired..
She is even beautiful when she kissed scrapped knees..
Great is how she loves her kids unconditionally..
Wonder is how she lifts them up and stand by them..
Magic is how she can understand unspoken words..
Mothers are beautiful because of their beautiful acts..
When she cleans, cooks and care for family selflessly..
When she listens to crying babies without getting frustrated..
When she eats leftover food of her baby's plate without feeling low..   
When she stays up late in night to make sure kids can go school timely next morning..
When she keeps on ignoring doctor visit for herself whereas a single cut on her kid's hand can make her cry..
And Beautiful mothers can be found every where..
They are like silent saints staying with us at home..
They are soldiers working to make our world more beautiful place..
They are social workers fighting for the rights of their kids..
They work hard to protect families around them even if they don't have their own kids and families..
So mothers, next time when you look into the mirror, notice few things instead of dark circles and not-so-fair face. Instead of wrinkles, see the experience you gain with time. Instead of noticing extra kilos, observe the strength you have now. Instead of inspecting dark circles under your eyes, think about the immense love your kids give you. Instead of spotting burned hands and callused feet, feel happy that you can work harder. And instead of seeing your failures, see how much you are blessed. We all may not see this inner beauty in ourselves and feel inadequate, so from now onward whenever you see any mother passing near to you, smile.. Even go to her and talk about her kids and family. Ask how she is doing health wise. When you see a new mother rocking her baby, give her the encouragement she needs. When you note a mother handling her tricky toddler, go offer help. Because a little love goes long way.. Every day mothers are doing beautiful things around the world. So from this Mother's day celebrate a Mother's true beauty and her heroism every day..
Ritualize Every day as Mother's day..
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