When I was still at school, my mother always wandered me so calmly in the morning. She prepared a delicious breakfast with me, and she also gave her a fragrant bun with her to school, which she loved the oven for her dad and my brother, because she knew that we really like them. When I grew up, I went to study in the city a few hundred kilometers from my home. I needed to study at half past nine, and my mother to work up to ten. But every morning my mom was picking me up, awakening me and asking if I had something to have breakfast, and that I would dress warmly in the cold season.

It has been many years since then, today I have a family, my daughter, but every morning it begins with my mother’s call. She gets up early and calls me right away. I am interested in my life, asks about my family and asks that I do not forget to have breakfast. My mom is already elderly, but now I am looking forward to her call every morning as never before. And deeply in my heart I fear that once the day will come when my mom will not call me anymore and I will no longer be a baby, my life will be different. Read your mothers, love them and be patient, especially when they get old. Sorry, but moms are not eternal.