Happy Mother's Day
- Équipe Le socle
- Apr 13
- 3 min read
Happy Mother's Day.
I'm a man. And at 47, I've realized that, broadly speaking, there are two types of men. Without going into too much detail, there are those who use women, and those who idealize them.
The first type is simply despicable and destructive. The second, even if it might seem cute from the outside, can also become a burden for someone who sees life that way. But everyone has their own path and tries, as best they can, to improve. I'm the second type.
For me, a woman is a precious treasure. A diamond. A flower that no one truly deserves. I used to think—you'll laugh—that a woman couldn't lie. That a woman's inner and outer beauty naturally prevented her from hurting anyone. Even writing this now, I feel a little ridiculous. And yet, despite what I have seen, despite what I have experienced, this idea is still within me.
So imagine what a mother represents.
If, for me, a woman is a precious being, you can't even imagine my vision of a mother. But I'm not here to rant about some supposed feminine perfection. I'm here to pay tribute to women who are mothers.
Being a mother isn't just about giving birth. It's about giving of yourself. It's about carrying, protecting, nourishing, listening, mending, reassuring, correcting, loving, and starting over. And frankly, of the two sexes, women are often the ones who take this role most seriously.
Is it because they carry the child for nine months? Perhaps. Does this closeness create a special bond? Undoubtedly. But that doesn't explain everything.
There are also men, like me, for whom the connection with their child is just as strong, or at least just as sincere. But it must be said: a mother is everything to a child.
We often see it in movies: a thug, seemingly brutal, asks for his mother as he nears death. It's a cliché, yes, but it's also true. Our mother is a rock. A pillar. The one who holds the family together. The one who listens when everyone else is shouting. The one who finds you beautiful even when you're more than ordinary.
And today, I especially want to speak to those who are still standing strong, often in very difficult circumstances.
To all those single mothers, alone, sometimes abandoned by a perverse, narcissistic man, far from perfect himself, but who has left. They are there nonetheless. They often work hard for little money. They do the homework. The baths. The dinner. The housework. The laundry. The heartache. The apologies. The courage.
And after all that, they sometimes have only an hour left before collapsing into bed, still trying to remain a woman, to stay alive, to stay standing, while the father, for his part, loses himself in his own pettiness.
Yes, it's a cliché. But yes, it exists. And it's even common.
So it is to you that I am speaking today.
Thank you for being there. Thank you for holding the fort in a world of abandonment. Thank you for giving your youth, your energy, and your life for your children. Because when a mother takes good care of her children, an entire nation wins. An entire country grows with future adults who are more confident, stronger, more loving, and more authentic.
You don't need to be in a difficult situation to be a good mother. Far from it. But today, it is to you that I want to say thank you.
Happy Mother's Day. Hold your head high. Don't forget your femininity, your importance, and know that there are men who look at you with admiration—for much more than your body. Much more.
Max
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